Lana stared at Nahc, very confused. The crow-boy wasn’t looking at her, so much as he was…strutting. He walked up and down the rooftop. “Mmmh! Bah! Zabba-dee, zabbi-doo, you can’t hear it, Wing?” “Wing?” Lana asked. “The music, wing, the music!” Nahc spun on a taloned foot, and crowed to the sky again. “The wind soaring through the buildings, whistling through new ruins and older successes that stand in defiance, it makes a melody that […]