Chapter Twenty-Two
The air in the Falcon’s nest was crisp, a chill wind finding its way into the marrow of their bones. Chloe’s teeth chattered, her arms hugging her chest tightly as they walked along boards that looked far too thin to be safe.
The world was different up here. They passed more cowladites who clicked their beaks and looked up with interest as they passed. There were small tents that housed children, who were running around, flapping their wings and laughing. Various boxes of strange items and trinkets were stacked by tents and huts, which were constructed of woven wicker and various types of carved wood.
Chloe couldn’t quite believe it. The cowladites lived in the same city as everyone else, but they had their own little ecosystem up here in the heights. She wondered why
