Swamy peeped outside the window to watch the evening sun casting variable-sized shadows on the ground—or floating grounds—that it was. A fuzzy white ball stole a gander, preparing to overtake the sky. Dusk was falling, scattering a sense of calmness over the realm as the Wizards, Druids and Witches flew back to the safety of their homes after a tiring day at work.
Swamy no longer finds it weird when a Wizard flew past the window, mounted on a terrifying-looking dragon.
Nature has braced a human with multiple abilities and one among those is ‘to get accustomed’. Humans are prone to accept changes—sometimes consciously, other times obliviously. Either way—things that once used to raise eyebrows appeared casual the next.
Swamy was somewhat getting used to seeing things flying.
