Little Crumbs

Mikaela laid in her bath tub after a long night of training. The weight of the wings were gone from her shoulder blades. Though they aren't permanently gone, she had at least found a way to get them to retract under her skin. As buggy as it might sound, she was happy that she will at least be able to walk around without a big old sign saying 'stare and point at me, please.' Receiving that kind of scrutiny is not something anyone should enjoy.

Once her finger tip turned all pruny, Mika stepped out of her tub and got dress. Glad that she doesn't have to rip slits into her pajamas anymore.

Climbing into bed, the strain of the last night training melted away as she laid under the sheet of her soft mattress and her fluffy pillows.

Flying should not be this hard nor painful, but apparently it is for her wings. They seem to only want to listen to her when she wanted to go up.

Other than that, they have a mind of their own.