I kinda flitted between stories today, but I made it! I’m somehow keeping up with nano this year despite it being, well, 2020. Today was mostly Eral, though.
Words: 1828
Excerpt:
Eral turned an almost bemused look up at him as he leaned in a bit to observe the cage. “Did you just tell me not to be peeved that I’m soaked in whiskey, drunk off my ass, and stuck in a birdcage?”
The man grinned. “Two of those things don’t sound all bad, actually.”
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