Who: John Blackfeather and Iggy. What: John's emoing. When: Friday night. Where: In the tree behind their house. Warnings: Doubtful.
John was sitting high up in the sycamore behind the house. It was raining all around him, fat glittery drops that turned to snow for a moment before melting in his hair and eyelashes. He sighed, drawing his black wings further around his shoulders, ruffling them up a bit for warmth.
People had been treating him differently since he'd gotten home, and it made him sad. He expected it, but still. He missed spending time with his brother and sister.