Letting Go

I’ve been exhausted before. In fact, I had landed myself in the hospital just a few days before this trip to Paris for being exhausted, more or less. But by the time we got into the car to head to the School for Mages, my eyes would hardly stay open. My mind was so foggy, I couldn’t calculate just how many hours I’d been awake or what time it was in Montana. All I knew for certain was that I wanted to deliver Fionna and head back to the airport.

I found out on the ride, though, that I wouldn’t be doing that. Not exactly.

Nuthatch was sitting in the front seat by the driver, Fionna and I in the back seat. She had her death grip on me as her eyes stared out the window at all of the new sights. I knew she was scared, and I didn’t blame her. She’d just been delivered to another country where she knew absolutely no one, save Nutha