Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt #64 - "Fall"
We shield our eyes and stare eastwards into the morning glare, waiting for the light to change. No cloud, this slowly growing, menacing, almost-twilight. It has its own cold light, though it screens the sun, giving waiting eyes a moment's ease. Soon they will be filled with sights of chaos, flame and char, and plummeting death.
High above, the first flame burns, then more. Only our wingbeats break the silence; not for us the roaring breath, the screams of pain, not yet.
But one wing is never enough, and the onslaught is relentless. We rise to meet it.
Thread falls.
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