AstroBird

Incarnadine [Multi]

August's first return was startling. His breath had hitched in his throat after opening his eyes, still and unblinking. Under the red glow of the bleeding sunset, piercing the crisp rustle of autumn leaves, were peals of light and golden, spellbinding laughter spilling into the sharp woodland air. August doesn't understand why everything seems to go astray. [Multi: more than one kind of relationship.]