LorikeetRainWing

The sand was slippery and gritty and unbearably hot under Sparrow's talons, and he groaned, lifting his wings to shield his face from the sun. As he did so, the overstuffed satchel around his shoulder shifted, putting pressure on his throat. "OW," the SkyWing groaned and readjusted the satchel. But the string that held it closed popped off, and compasses, maps, dried food, and the mysterious NightWing invitation all fell out. "Oops," said Sparrow. Mythical, or Myth as she was more often called, groaned. "We don't have time for fooling around," she told him, baring her venom-spitting fangs at him. "We're not supposed to be seen by SandWings. W