Paris

PARIS

| Clan Messenger | Always On Time |

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

~ Junichiro Tanizaki

There was something liberating about the wind on her skin, a sense of comfort that the ground dared not give her. Paris could feel the breeze against her feathers, a facade of purples and pinks over the blues and blacks. The extra feathers were perfect to control her navigation, and with Francie close behind her, Paris felt unstoppable.

Francie flew closer to Paris’s face, a speck of salmon pink amongst the blue of the sky. Paris smiled before tipping her wings and gliding down towards their next target, the Southern Icefield. Neferis and Xaveria were stationed there as they researched new artifacts and fossils found within the ice. They’d be happy to see Paris and her shipment.

When Paris landed on the opening pad, she was greeted by another large Imperial dragon - male, half of his face masked, and colored like a warm summer day. Paris smiled.

“Hello, stranger. Anything I could do for you?”

The other Imperial smiled back - though Paris knew something was wrong with it in seconds. His smile was twisted and malicious. His words proved her feeling right.

“You’ll start by giving me their shipment. Then, you’ll turn around and fly back home and forget any of this ever happened. If you don’t, the bird gets it.”