Melia wound her way through the woods.
The forest floor was soft beneath her bare feet, the moss somewhat damp, and where she trod, the flowers bent their heads away in bashful admiration, sighing in her wake. 540 more words
Sorry about the radio silence. There’s been stuff happening and stuff not happening and all that.
What hasn’t been happening is actual building. I do have fins cut for the flexwing but attempts to talk myself into airfoiling them have been countered with procrastination. 332 more words