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Chapter22
Yeah, He’s Cute. But…
ELVA
Three hours earlier
I'm running on pure adrenaline as I flap my wings, soaring over the tiny towns and villages below. They're scattered between long stretches of forests filled with snow-covered pines. As I fly, I see moose and deer running wild through the forest, along with several eagles and falcons soaring overhead.
I ignore them. With every second, I'm coming closer tohim.
The vast expanse of water is before me. Shades of blue swirl under me. My owl's vision is sharp, and I can discern every shade, every slight deviation in color. The cerulean mixing with the azure and cobalt, the shapes of the marine animals swimming underneath as they go about their lives, even thin chunks of ice as they float over the open water.
On a different day, I'd stay to explore. But not today.
Today, I'm going to find the Summer Fae. I can feel him. With every flap of my wings, I'm getting closer to him. His signature is a beacon, summoning me forward.
He's the only thing on my mind.
Nothing else matters.
Eventually, there is nothing below me but water in all directions. I can see the faint outline of Port City in the distance, but there's something else.
Something...
An osprey.
By the gods. It's him.
I want to scream and yell and cry.
He's safe. He's alive. And...he said he never shifts, but here he is now.
Excitement floods me as I swoop around in the sky, screeching loudly before setting him in my sights.
The closer I get, the more I can make out his form.
He's beautiful.
His long curved beak sits atop a majestic face, a white band stretching from under his beak to his belly. I can make out two legs of the same color tucked behind him as he flies. His wings are brown, spread apart as he flaps...
Terribly.
That's the worst flying form I've ever seen in my very long life.
Has no one ever taught him to fly?
It's a miracle he's made it this far at all. He appears to be a few minutes away from careening into the sea.
I would have snorted if I were in my Fae form right now.
As it is, I hiss as I dive straight for him. He's going to need some help to finish the crossing.
I close the distance between us quickly. I caw, swooping about with hopes that he recognizes me.
One hundred feet.
Fifty.
