Unbound

I’m not a familiar, nope, not me. It looks a fine thing, but I’m a creature of the air, with wings made to travel far, far, far. To be joined with a mage would be to split me in two, and for some that is something they could love and manage, but I’ve gotta be free. Fly, fly, fly.

But the mages are fun to be around, you know? I get treats and food, I get a safe roof over my head, this gem protects me from the storms, it’s all good. I run a few errands in exchange, mostly delivering letters, sometimes small parcels like specialist herbs or seeds. Light things.

Without them, I’d probably have been eaten when that cat caught me. But I was healed up by gentle hands that I knew I could trust, and now I’m back to flying again. Fly, fly, fly.

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