4
Elle
For a long second, I can only stare at the floating image of an Old West chick whispering the name Skye, over and over.
I’ve seen a lot of weird stuff, but even for me, this is new territory.
Then again, maybe it’s part of today’s lesson. I point to the image of Skye. “Who is that, Miss Morningdew?”
Turning, the teacher focuses on the floating picture once more. Only now, it’s back to being a blue guy with mist for legs.
“It’s just a generic blue genie,” Miss Morningdew replies. “He doesn’t have a name.” She stalks closer. “Are you feeling all right, Elle? Did all this talk about your missing wings… upset you?”
At this point, everyone in class is watching the Torture Elle Show. Again, this is typical stuff for fae. Our people pair gorgeous faces with sadistic personalities. T
