Morning of the Third Day at Omni Grove Park Inn, an as of yet undetermined time in the morning.
Being alive was exhilaratingly fun when she wasn’t on the verge of burnout in the most unimaginable way. As it was now, with the roar of wind rushing in her ears, muffled by a layer of bone, Jemma felt more alive than she originally thought possible. The pumping and thumping of her heart under her flesh pushed adrenaline through her in a riotous pulse of exhilaration and terror alike. Five pairs of eyes were locked on the ground, oh so far away and yet so close at the same time. The glare of the sun, spinning around in her periphery, made sure it was known to her.
Her form spun, oh so high above the rooftop of her temporary home. She had no arms, no legs, hardly even a body. Instead she was simply a human sized shard of bone and chitin plummeting towards the ground at terminal velocity. Ink burst to life along the surface of her plummeting form, giving life to a relatively wyvern-like form, though it lacked legs in favor for four massive wings that were tucked in close to the body. Her skull was smooth, lacking any true horns or bumps. Instead she had two ridges of bone that rose and angled backwards, just behind the joints of her jaws. There were no scales, feathers instead having taken form on the body.
And all the while, still, did Jemma spin.
She fell. And fell. And fell.
Her wings flared open not a single half-second too soon, and instead of smashing flat into the rooftop of the Omni Grove Park Inn, she just barely, by the skin of her teeth as Alex would say, skimmed by. As it was, she was moving with a speed that would have shamed any natural creature. The wind whistled by as she flew onward, her lungs were filling with air as ink boiled to life around her throat. A sac forming as she prepared to really announce to the morning.
She sheared through the air, flashing away from the building for a fair distance before tilting her body. She banked, looping back around with a shrieking call that was just loud enough to serve as a wake up call for those who were still sleeping, if they so chose to wake up.
It was the sound of some hellbeast from folklore, a train whistle mixed with the guttural bellow of a lion’s roar. Impossible to miss in the otherwise quiet, still, morning air.
The wings flapped, a burst of speed sending Jemma rocketing past the ‘front’ of the inn, rattling the windows as she went. Another call, before she went silent and instead enjoyed her morning flight.
Her blood thrummed, and as she once again took to rising up into the sky, Jemma let herself release another call. One of a human shrieking with joy and elation. Pure emotion. She spun yet again, rising up into the sky with a grin that she absolutely could NOT suppress in any meaningful manner.
“FUCK YES!” She shouted, as her body again, fell back to earth.