Summer 1993 – Never a Foot Upon the Ground

Lone Crow floated three feet above the rooftop. His expression was the smug amusement of a child who feels he is untouchable. “Was it there?” he asked, clearly already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” I said. “The sword was right where you said it would be. I would have appreciated a warning about the … goblins. Or whatever those things were.”

Lone Crow laughed. “I figured you could handle them. If you couldn’t, you shouldn’t be carrying the sword.” 

“I do not like surprises, Lone Crow. If you have future ones planned I would appreciate you setting those plans aside.”

Lone did a slow aerial pirouette, laughing as he turned. “You are so old. Only old people don’t like surprises!”