Building Efforts

The caravan full of good slowly traveled through the thick forest. Michael had chosen to take a spot in the caravan where Brutus sat with Eudora. He sat on the top of the wagon, and the horses couldn't help but release hesitant neighs every once in a while. The force of presence that he unconsciously released was almost too much for them to bear, and it it weren't for their masters who made sure to keep them under control, they would have already tried to escape from his presence.

"-building materials, recipes, and of course, clothes with us." Michael redirected his attention to Brutus who was sat at the head of the wagon while he described the various goods that they had brought with them.

"Clothes? Those will be nice." Michael nodded, but a sour look crossed his face when the thought of his wings getting in the way of clothes crossed his mind.

'I will probably find a way around it.' He nodded and pushed the matter to the back of his mind.