There was their single, shared bed in the corner of the room, a mess of second-hand blankets scattered with greenish and yellowish feathers (neither of them was very keen on making it). There were a few images from Dust’s own past, newspapers clipped from a time long ago, where she’d been ‘The Success Story of Las Pegasus’ and ‘The Best Young Flyer in Las Pegasus.’ But the longer they lived together, the more these old memories were pushed aside.