“ —- Yeah, no, dad, I’m fine.” He can’t argue that being TRAPPED in your burning dorm room at the break of dawn is a s l i g h t l y distressing event, but pales in comparison to throwing yourself out of said dorm room and praying flimsy awkward wings will break your fall. And like some unearthly calling from the heavens above to a rather angelic figure he uses his blessing/curse to extend a rope and save fellow peers from the hellfire now consuming Phillips Academy. “Like I said - I’ll find somewhere to stay for the time being. I’ll, uh, call you later.” He gives his wings a shake, wishing to cleanse himself of the stink of smoke. No such luck. He brushes a hand along the surface, plucking things caught in the white plumage. A long kept secret exposed by the sickening reality that he is not the sole person in the room.
— &&. the soft CLICK of their heels on the ground was the only sound that reached her ears. it set them on ease, which perhaps was dangerous, but the paid little mind. they were just grateful that the spirits were quiet today. somedays, it got a bit overwhelming. today however ; they had plans to R E L A X . with no destination in mind, dani had merely just begun to explore earlier on. they weren't homeless, just a WANDERER. their home was on the cheyenne reservation, but they HATED being cooped up their all of the time. and now, dani WASN'T a nosy person, but upon hearing the quiet murmurs from a room where they happened to be near, they couldn't help but explore. what they found, however, shocked them. there was a bou in there, cleaning his... wings? it INTRUIGED her. ‘ you're one too. ’ --- perhaps not the best way to kick off a conversation, but danie was not known for her CHARM.
