But as Kaya pulled him inside, his wings refused to cooperate. The thick tree entrance had barely enough room for her, let alone the wide span of Veer's wings. They remained stubbornly stuck outside, fluttering like trapped curtains in a storm.
Kaya rubbed her temple, already feeling the headache crawl up behind her eyes. "Of course," she muttered under her breath, glaring at the feathery limbs like they were mocking her.
She looked at her own bags tucked neatly against the bark, then back at Veer's face—which was entirely too smug for someone half-stuck in a tree hole. With a deep inhale and a tight-lipped scowl, she gave him one hard kick on his lower back.
Thud.
He landed outside with a loud grunt, hitting the frozen earth with his head slightly bouncing off the ground. "Are you a donkey or what?!" he snapped, blinking up at the sky, utterly betrayed.
Kaya just scoffed, hands on her hips. "You're the one shaped like a giant chicken, and I'm the donkey?"
