‘Prrk, prrk!’
The bird was back. Corax was alive! Flora wiped dribble from the corner of her mouth, realising that sleep must have eventually conquered her exhaustion.
Flora was slumped uncomfortably, her back against the cold wall, facing out towards the void. The bird’s proud silhouette was just visible in the pre-dawn light. Corax was perched on a peak of rubble near the edge of the building. He shook his head vigorously, causing his neck feathers to ruffle into a mane. It seemed to have one eye on the city below, the other on Flora and the tribe.
The kids weren’t stirring. Flora was relieved for them—that the reality of the day and their situation was suppressed a little longer for them all, especially for the Twin.
