Etcher
(aka Varias Burgild)
I landed at the southern edge of Vinewood Forest and stretched my aching wings. Teionyr was far in the distance—four hours of flying’s worth of distance—and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it, other than sore. My muscles were protesting this much flight all at once, that was certain. Four hours of flying would’ve been negligible to me before, but after nearly two decades trapped as “Etcher” in Teionyr, I was feeling the strain.