Bodyguard Loyld

The stillness cleared all at once. I shifted my weight forward and felt the solid surface beneath my feet give way to genuine movement. I was upright on a high white ledge. Beside me stood the smooth yellow corner of a tall box, and below, across a colorful floor, rested a large orange figure. My golden wings flexed slightly at my back. I took a steady step toward the rim of the ledge, lightly resting one hand against the cool plastic of the container, keeping quiet watch over the room.