Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190923104143/@comment-32273133-20191020223517

Off in the distance, there’s a rustling of leaves, like something big is moving through the branches, along with faint laughter. The noises get louder, and a dark shape can be seen in the trees, until a branch snaps and the shape comes tumbling down from the tree, landing with a thump and an “oof” on its belly at MJ’s feet. It’s Micah. He puts his wings away and rolls onto his back, looking up at MJ and Chan, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry,” He says, grinning. “So, that branch can’t hold sixty-five pounds. If you were wondering.”