Snippet #2015685

Mrala

Mrala hid her astonished look, and hardened herself when Jack extended his hand out toward as if expecting her to touch it. She stood, and glared at them like they were her enemies... And to her in some odd way, they really were her enemies. Street rats didn't trust anyone but themselves. Standing up and dusting herself off she pushed her way pass them and out of the green house, stopping a few feet away from the green house to take in the air, enjoying the fact that she wasn't surrounded by walls.


Blake

Blake nodded at her wings. "There was a guy I knew. He was born with wings just like you... He grew up on an island, until his dad died and he started flying across the country. One day, he met someone and... well... he cut his own wings off for that person and lived a normal life. But his wings grew back and he took off again. He could fly in any type of weather... Let's see if you can do the same." He jerked his chin at the storm. "Give it a try."