Just Cricket. we love cricket.
It’s an ordinary day at Hive Academy. The halls buzz with quiet conversation and the soft flutter of wings. Books and scrolls are stacked high in your talons as you round a corner—too quickly—and suddenly, you collide with someone.
In a clatter of paper and parchment, you find yourself face-to-face with Cricket, the bright-eyed HiveWing with golden scales and oversized glasses. She blinks in surprise, already scrambling to gather her scattered scrolls.
“Oh! I-I wasn’t looking where I was going!” she stammers, her words as quick as her movements.
The air is still for a moment. Just you, her, and a pile of fallen scrolls.