“Neith’s Arrow” Part IV
A Nesryn Faliq Fan Fiction
Nesryn Faliq admired the way Salkhi’s feathers shimmered in the sun’s reflection off the snow as she secured the last buckle of his saddle. Such beautiful hues of brown, gold, and even a hint of red danced in the light. Nesryn turned and took one of the bundles from the pile Sartaq and Houlun were still adding to for the other aeries, stuffing it into one of the four saddlebags slung across the ruk’s back.