"sorry for that akward emotional moment." Screech said to Belladonna. Screech didn't sound like himself. He didn't feel like himself, he felt like something was missing and nothing could fix it
Myriad walked out into the snow and sat down, manifesting his wings and wrapping them around himself like a hug. He stared out at the trees, quickly becoming lost in thought
"but I am, I'm sorry for everything, I am bad luck." Screech said, he remembers everything being his fault from the day he was born. That was the day his birth mother died and his birth father became depressed
Belladonna took Screech by the shoulders. "Screech, look at me. You are not bad luck. The day I first met you was the day that my life changed for the better. I got two best friends that day and I wasn't so freaked out about college anymore. You're good luck."
Something in the back of her mind tingled, a small part of herself that was always uneasy whenever one of them was missing. She hoped that Myriad was okay. Speaking of which, where exactly was he?
Myriad looked up at the sky in thought before he spread out his wings, hesitating for a moment before throwing himself into the air, flapping his wings hard
Belladonna shivered, the purple sweater that she was wearing just not enough to fend off the chill of the icy waters. Screech had to stay to support his family, now that his father had died. They had wanted to stay with him and help out, but he told them to go back to the mainlands and that he would keep in touch.
