Far From Home
Where had gone the forest?
Nothing was looking like it should have.
As if it wasn’t rude enough that no one was there to greet her when she had finally managed to step out of her egg.
She could tell the sea was that way but she couldn’t see the sky.
She showed her large wings.
How was she supposed to use those?
She looked up at the tall predator standing in the middle of the way.
She hissed at him, even pocked at him for good measure.
He didn’t look much impressed.
“Looking like you’re far from home, sweetie.”