1 To Fly (2/2)
As the speed at which she approached towards the city below increased, the sounds of the hustle and bustle became rapidly more apparent to her, however her mind did not become less focused. Though there was a rare, slight fear in her heart for what's to come, in the moment, she recognised that she had already progressed this far. She knew that she was capable, and that the fear that attempts to creep upon her mind is mainly due to the unexpectedness about the job rather than her own incompetence.
Just as she was to come in contact with the land (and death), she opened her eyes, extended her wings and soared upwards and through the nightly districts of Central. She maneuvered swiftly around structures, weaving in and out of multiple avenues at breakneck pace (any ordinary human would literally break their neck at this pace), a sort of display that validated her own perceptions of her flight ability.
”Damn I'm good.” she said with a smug smile.
An noninteresting piece of trivia: she hated the word ”smug”. Often being described as smug had irritated her greatly, as she felt that it undermined any justification for her to be content with her ability. Since said ability is far greater than most, the mere thought of it could be used as a passive-aggressive, indirect threat to those who dared call her that, and as such, isn't described in that way anymore. She was smug about this too.
She accelerated above and across Downtown, before taking a left towards her own neighborhood. She then maintained a lesser yet steadier speed as she glided between skyscrapers, observing the greatness that was Zephyria. She flipped so her front faced the sky and observed some pigeons keeping up with her from above, and let out a smile.
Ugly, she thought to herself.
She flipped back over and appreciated the sights of the slightly quieter streets below. She too understood that Gale would be a more fitting name, and as a name itself it also resembled her own identity. Yet, in that moment, she took pleasure in experiencing Zephyria's true meaning, experiencing the soft gentle breeze of the evening sky.
She let out a sigh. She experienced peace and tranquility for that singular, beautiful moment.
As she approached her penthouse she eased her wings and gracefully landed on her flight pad. As she entered her enormous living room, she removed her wings and laid it next to her on her leather couch (she often treated her wings as a companion). She let out a gentle breathe of statisfaction.
”Ah. That was so nice and peac-”
That peace would come to an abrupt end, for she had found bird droppings on her cloak