Dahlia soars through the clouds, headed north. It is her fourth day of travelling, mainly because she had had to take so many rest stops at the beginning. Her wings are strong but she was unused to flying. On that first day, her heart had been in her mouth as she had irrationally waited to plummet to her death. But while her head had been cautious and untrusting, giving her many reasons why flying is such a terrible idea, her heart had trusted her body completely. She was born to fly. She reasons that her great fear of heights had been her body's instinctive response to the absence of wings that should be there to carry her to safety. Just like how a person's eyes and a person's hair is a part of them, her wings are a part of her and her subconscious had been reacting to their loss the onl
