5.5 - Remara and the Tiny Man

Tenderly, Wildspeech grasps the translucent shaft of a primary feather that came loose one day when he collided with a confused starling.

0.2 - Remara

For the first time, a voice in the symphony fumbled a note, then ceased singing.

5.4 - Remara and the Tiny Man

He freezes, his legs bent to run. There are too many things to respond to—her use of that name, her claim that his family still thinks of him, her sudden reappearance here, or the fact that she has collected even more questions for him.

5.3 - Remara and the Tiny Man

The rattle of Wildspeech's door jerks him into stupefied waking. The door jumps and jolts against the storage shelves he braced there, each blow shoving them back. He burrows deeper into the fragments of moss and feathers.

5.2 - Remara and the Tiny Man

This thing changes its face in ways that suggest it isn't a solid creature. If it isn't a solid creature, it can likely reshape itself. If it can reshape itself, it must know next to nothing if it looks like that.