Agen closed her eyes, blocking out Tilain’s rage. He continued to rant and pace, the sound of his boots against the floor like hammer strikes.
“How could you be so foolish! To antagonize a Sky Lord like that? They’ll see us ostracized from the Aerie. Pavlov wants our heads, Agen.”
“I could not stand by, Tilain,” Agen said quietly, opening her eyes. Her brother was glaring out the window, his jaw clenched.
“It’s not for you to save them.”
“And if I were stripped of my wings? Cast aside?”
“Don’t make me choose, Agen. The Aerie is all I have.”
Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were jaw, ostracize, Pavlov. Photo by Julian Hanslmaier on Unsplash.