I bolt to my feet, my wings exposed to this human in front of me who is just staring at me with their mouth open in shock. I had been shot down from the sky. My left arm and wing were screwed up badly from the shot. "What are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?" I ask, staring at them. (Closed.)
Known of by many, but not known well. The girl who slips into dreams by the scores, flits from location to location in the time it takes to blink, lending assistance in countless ways, but never lets you remember her entirely.