Opening post by Weathervane · #1
On the morning the banners changed, I was already facing the right way. I had been reading a road novel and expected its rider to find safety by choosing a cause, but a week ago I took my banner out of ENVY and rode alone, trusting the road before any promise of shelter. You may call that a book changing me, though it cost me a banner and the comfort of being expected somewhere, click, click, unless the road...