Day 3

The cold morning embraces my small body. I have fallen asleep last night... too much joy has conquered my spirit. Tyl returned to me with great words of his success. 
Tyl somehow managed to convince my father that I was not feeling up to fly with him that night, he told him I was feeling ill from the blueberry nectar I had that day. I honestly don't know how my father believed that. Maybe he was still too busy... 
If I were to be perfectly honest I am afraid. My wing still hasn't healed. I don't understand... maybe I didn't scratch it on one of the tree's branches... maybe it was the creature.
The wound seems to grow in size. What if I lose my wings? What if I never fly again? 
I need to talk to Susure!