Solace
Her back hurts.
Her shoulders hurt.
Her bones ache and briefly, she wonders if something is terribly wrong with her- if a poison has festered in her spine.
Turns out, she was fine - more than fine. Delicate sky-blue wings emerged from between he shoulderblades, ripping the gold skin along her topline to settle, small and wet, over her back.
She was amazed.
The wings were puny crumpled things at first, but they grew with extraordinary (and uncomfortable) speed. Still, they were undersized and served no function, but the aching in her shoulders suggested they would continue to grow.
Three days had passed since the pain first started and she had kept out of sight, breaking from her daily rituals to seek solitude. Her skin is stretched and healing, yet the pain has mellowed as her muscles adjust to the new weight. She is nestled at the base of the solitary, towering redwood when the wind brings her an unfamiliar scent. It is musky, wolfy, and she immediately stands with a puff of air from her nostrils.
The animal she scents also carries something equine about it, reminding her of Keeper and Ryan, the two shifters. "Hello?" she calls, when her quick glances fail to reveal the form of the stranger. If there were wild wolves in her kingdom they would have to be driven out before spring, and foaling season. So, Solace holds her breath, waiting for a verbal response from a warg and not the growl of a feral animal.
caretaker of hyaline
