Pressure-Free Prompt from Writer’s Retreat: Faerries

Farendorm strode along the passage, hit boots hammering out his annoyance. Brixa trotted behind, trying to keep up. Farendorm ignored him and kept going, flexing his right hand, ligaments cracking.“Master, slow down…” Brixa murmured. “She’ll know you’re angered if you barge in!”Farendorm whirled so sharply that Brixa collided with him, barking his nose against Farendorm’s sash buckles. He stumbled...
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