[Millicent]
Those eyes.
There is so much anger in those eyes. Large green and glowing they hurt to look at.
A roar carried by the wind speaks to me. Is it a warning or a threat?
Grasping the window ledge, my heart pounding in my chest, I look back, focused on that malevolent gaze.
The crystal of the window panes, covered in condensed dew, is almost too slick to grip. I move my hand a bit more to the left, my feet following.
There is a scraping sound as my foot slips. Another roar sounds behind me as my hands grasp at the clouds and the world begins to drop away.
Am I falling or am I flying?
My skirts billow around me, wrapping around my arms, legs, and face. Edges of blue sky peek around petticoats. A dark silhouette casts my view in shadow, its large wings filtering the light in s
