Glitchdove

The sun was high in the sky as the four stryx circled the deserted quarry. The air was light with the smell of flowers in bloom and grass baking in the sun. It was an uncharacteristically hot day in spring. The enormous pit had to be several miles wide and at least a mile deep. Much of the stone was white or off-white, bleached by the harsh rays of the sun. The familiar scent of dust masked many of the signature spring scents. “It’s kind of pretty, in a way.” Numali turned to face Randall and Bard. The three fliers were scouting out the path ahead for safety. Bard was humming to himself as he coasted along, his rider Achil