Ava
Now
I spread my wings and take off the bar’s rooftop with one strong wing flap, shooting directly for the moon. I choose speed and let my wings do all the work instead of my mind. It’s part of who I am, it’s like learning to walk, and I’ve taken the equivalent of the first steps already. I carry myself higher, seeking a place above the clouds. The wind collides with my body as the tiny ripples of energy that make the windchill pass over my face one by one. My flight breaks apart the perfect atmosphere that clings to the darkness of the night, that clings to the stars.
I know where I am going. I am going north. I am going to find my friend and I am doing it today. I may not know the exact place where Cleis’ orchard is, but I know where the very small town is located. Is an hour worth
