The smell of a can of chicken noodle soup always reminds me of Tiac, my love.
You see, it was what he had made for me when we had been in hiding together. We were hiding then because of how our families disliked our relationship. Though I must suppose that their hatred was only rooted to their concern for their offspring in that society. For in Arn, the races did not care for each other.
Arn was a small shadow of city; it had been planned to support more people. Unfortunately, The Founders of Arn (TFA) had not paid nearly enough attention to the location.
Large grassy area with rolling hills, gently dotted by large sycamore trees, or larger bodies stone, made ideal land for us; the felines with wings, Shula. A marshy back-woods a mere sprint from the town was another story. We avoided marshes.
Razi, the winged lizard-swimmers, adored it.
As you may guessed, Razi and Shula do not get along.Tiac is Razi. I resemble a breed that was called 'Cheetah' before: when Tarrea had been Earth. Mil