Fair(l)y Observant
Aurora found Zephyrillium hiding in a tree. She flew over to him and sat next to him on the branch. At first he didn’t notice her as he peered between the gaps in the maple leaves, but when he saw her leaning over and looking, he only pressed his finger to his lips. “What are you watching?” she whispered to him after an uncomfortable silence. He glared at her and shushed her again, but after yet another uncomfortable silence, once he realized that she wasn’t going to leave, he whispered back, “Humans.” He pushed aside some leaves and with a narrow finger pointed down at a pair of humans walking along the path below the tree. “I’m observing them.” Aurora watched the two humans go. One carried a large stick, and the other one looked at a map. “How could anybody get by without wings?” she wondered aloud. Zephyrillium readied to shush her again, but stopped. Aurora’s attention was now entirely on the humans. He cleared his throat. “I think they’re used to it,” he said. “I’ve been observing