Letters from Camp

Today was fun! I made it to a third of my goal for the month and managed to move my plot forward another little step, which can always be tricky. I also got some good old Elias and Eral banter, which is always great fun.

Word Count: 5,038 / 15,000

Excerpt:

Eral’s wings unfurled from their tidy leaf-bud shape, and he had to buzz them a few times to wake up before he took flight and drifted down the embankment to meet her. “You look like a drowned possum,” he greeted.

“My timing wasn’t great,” Elias dismissed with a wave of her hand. “Didn’t get rid of my gills in time.”

Eral didn’t answer right away. He had to wrestle with the urge to roll his eyes skyward, and the battle took too much of his effort. “Why. Did you have. Gills.”

Elias tried to frown, but her usual obnoxious smirk appeared instead. “To breathe underwater, Eral. Why does anything have gills?”

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