"Sena, do a recon flight for village size, population and main occupation if it can be determined. We need a water source and a hidden place to camp. If we can't find those we'll keep moving tonight. If we can, we'll camp for the night and move out in the morning."
Sena nodded and rolled her shoulders once. Out of sight under her tunic, the flat image of wings began to twitch and writhe into three dimensional space. Pressing bloodlessly free of her skin, the pinions thrust outward, seeking the hidden slits in the back of her tunic with smooth accuracy. The white feathered arches stretched over her head and she flexed them once, in a light, fluttering motion, settling each remige into place.
In less than a second her wings were fully extended. She crouched and pushed free of the ground, barely suppressing a spurt of laughter but unable to hide the wide grin that lit her features with pure joy.
I was made for this, she thought, and for the first time in her existence, felt that truth to be bittersweet.
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