Prompt: Conversation with my Spouse | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Fantasy
Anitaz placed her hands on her hips and glared across the field towards where the winged ones were gathered. A prickly sense of irritation wound its way up her spine and across her scalp. She felt her face grow hot.
“They don’t understand the urgency. It is not their way.”
Anitaz spun round at the sound of her husband’s voice. Before she could stop herself, she had redirected her anger at Leosov. “They are stupid creatures. I’ve wasted nearly my whole day on them. And no-one has bothered to help.”