Thread:FeatherflightTheSkyWing/@comment-32195317-20181128223028/@comment-35079031-20181210025900

Grass winced. "What's wrong?" Mouse asked anxiously. "Nothing," her brother replied. "Headache."

Acorn rested his tail on Grass's shoulder. "Calm, my friend," he whispered. Mouse stepped away. "Bird, let's go train."