Saturday, February 14, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors: Starwoman's Sanctuary

   His face was expressive, and the look of fear gave Skyleen a chill. Little Arla could die.
   “She could die.”
   The small man nodded, teal eyes filling with tears.
   “You have a ship and can help her?”
“Ya, ya.” He rushed from the room and proceeded down a long corridor, his wings assisting him as he sprinted with Arla in his arms. Skyleen tore after him, weapon pointed even though it was not a model she was familiar with.

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