Cordelia ran her fingers through her brown hair, trying so hard to keep her wings from bursting out of her back. They never liked being caged up. And she would rather have them flutter free. But she had the chance to interact with normal human beings and it was nice. They kept her human. The last thing she needs is turn into one of the emotionless creatures that keep her on Eden. Her stomach growled and she walked up the stairs to her apartment complex. It was on the top floor and it came with a loft. It was cozy, comfortable, and quiet. It was somewhere to go and relax. Away from the rebellion, needy angels, and bossy gods. Pulling the key out of her pant pocket, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. The moment the door closed her wings unfurled and flapped a little. A sigh escaped her. "That feels nice." Going over to her fridge she opened it and pulled out an apple. She looked around for something for coffee, but there wasn't anything. Which means she was headed to the local coffee shop for some good caffeine.
Her dark grey wings flapped a few times and she took a bite of her apple. Opening the door once again, her wings hid away into her back. Not the most comfortable thing. She was kind of hoping to hide indoors with her wings out. Her second in command would call her when the plan was working. Locking the door, she skipped down the steps again with apple in hand. Cordelia has a habit of being deep in thought while multitasking. It was rather dangerous when she was on the mainland. People didn't move out of the way fast enough when she was walking. And today her victim was a rather cute male. He looked around her age. When she crashed into him her apple fell to the ground. Now she would have to by snack when she got to the coffee shop. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes taking in his features. If she hadn't just hurt him, she would have tried to flirt with him.
Abby couldn't wait to get to the dance studio. She was in the mood to dance and not think about her history homework. She would end up doing it before class anyway. And then she would go home and read her textbook like mad. She was a nerd that way. As the songs continued to play through her headphones she started to dance a little. Now she was usually shy around a bunch of strangers, but when she was dancing it was like no one else was around. It was a wonder why she didn't become a dancing major. But she would rather just teach kids for a living. At first her dance moves started out basic and unnoticeable. She would just shift a shoulder here and kick a foot out there. But the beat dropped and her moves were more prominent. It was like she was in a high school musical movie. This was big dance number. People were watching her with either awe or with annoyance. She was getting in the way and disregarding the fact that other people needed to use the sidewalk.
Then all of a sudden her text tone went off and it threw her off her groove. Her two feet collided and she tumbled to the ground. Everyone walked around her as she reached for her ankle. It wasn't in absolute pain, but it was aching. Pulling out the headphones she started rotating her feet. Abby still had little ways to go before making it to the dance studio.