Literature
Summer Prompt 3 - The Chosen Tree
Harley and Flamel's little family was awoken softy, by the beautiful morning sky, the soft warm summer breeze, and by the small songbirds chirping up in the maple trees that surrounded their camp. Harley was the first to rise, snuggling into Munnin's feathers as she did. She stretched and looked around at her sleeping friends.
"This is so nice." she said softly. "Everyone together, enjoying the outside, nature, all this beauty. We really are a family."
Flamel poked his head out of his fort of blankets, one of his horns accidentally skewering through one of them, sending a few pieces of feather down flying. He huffed and then crawled out of