Saffron wasn’t very fond of lakes. Too wet. No shiny. Bad for wings. She cleaned her black feathers as she stared down at the dark water from her branch. She was looking for new sparkles to decorate her nest. Pebbles. Hair clips. Wrappers. Anything she could fit in her beak. She liked sparkly things very much. Her dark eyes specially picked out something new in the lake. A glowing light appeared i...