All five inches of him froze as the bat awoke, yawned, and stretched its wings.
Rose handed Weft a leather helmet, tucking hair under hers. “He eats berries, not brownies. Wanna fly on him?”
Weft’s eyes widened with wonder.
“There’s room for two,” she smiled.
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