Literature
Splitting the party is a bad idea, right?
The next morning dawned bright and early, and Minty was up with the sun as is common of pegasi. When she shifted, she realized she'd placed her wing across Dove sometime in the night, though she couldn't exactly remember when. Feeling embarrassed, she pulled her wings tight against her sides as she quickly stood up and moved towards the dying fire. It had lasted through most of the night, but now all that remained of the blaze were a few warm coals. Deciding not to stoke the fire, Minty instead turned towards her saddlebags for a quick bite to eat.
“Don't bother,” Dove said with a smile as she sat up, having been woken up by the