Aug 22, 2017
@tradingwingsfortricks
Alastair was enjoying a cup of coffee in his shop when he heard the flutter of wings, making him tease and slowly look up to see who it was. He narrowed his eyes because he felt the grace was strong, not as strong as his father or Uncle Michael but still strong. “Who are you and what do you want?” He wasn’t scared of anything, he was stronger then almost everything.