My very first story. Fanfiction, here I come!
Have you ever been baked alive?
"Max, I think my feathers are sweating." Nudge complained.
Yeah, well, that's what it feels like to spend an entire day flying through a desert. It was hard to even keep my wings flapping, but Angel and Gazzy looked just about ready to tumble toward the desert sand.
"I'm fine, I swear." Angel said, reading my mind.
"Somehow I doubt that." I mumbled. She glared at me. "Look, it's about forty more miles. Can you all make it?" I asked. There was a chorus of, "Yeah."
"Um... we could play 'I spy,'" The Gasman offered.
"Oh, yeah!" Iggy said brightly. "I spy with my little blind eye... something sandy."
"Okay, okay, bad idea." Gazzy mumbled.
"I miss Colorado!" Total whined.
Fang sighed. "Someone kill me."