“I don’t get it,” I loop-de-looped through the air and came to a stop at the edge of the Border, straining my eyes for even a glimpse of the different color wings that Loni described to me.

Loni sighed and gracefully ascended to where I had ended up, her bright yellow wings almost blinding me. “It had something to do with the land you-” she stopped when she looked in my face, “-they settled on. After a while of being separated from Her they didn’t have the magic to grow wings.” Her fingers rested on the surface of the Border, “I still don’t understand why you have wings.” Her eyes ran over the length of my deep purple wings and she breathed out in longing, “Or why they’re so beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sooo lucky,” my eyes, that match my wings I should add, darkened with my sarcastic bite, “I have to hide them so I’m not thrown out. I can’t let myself be seen by traders, for whatever reason. And-”

“Midnight, look!” My eyes followed the direction Loni’s finger pointed and I gaped. They were here.