Camelia
It was later in the day and they were all gathered around the fireplace in the spacious living room. They were all sitting in large armchairs contentedly sitting before the crackling fire.
"So were do you come from Camelia, seeing as you were raised by Henry and Mary," Ray asked.
Camelia sighed and stared at the fire. Layla lay at her feet and stirred a bit at Camelia's sigh.
"Well, Mary and Henry have always told me that they found me right in the middle of the yard. I had been crying for so long that I barely made any noises as tears ran down my cheeks. They thought I had been a normal baby, so they brought me inside out of the rain. When they handed me over to a nurse to be dressed, the nurse screamed at the sight of these," she said, folding out her wings, which looked golden in the firelight.
"She quickly showed them the tiny wings I had on my back. I had just about stopped crying by then, and when they looked out the window, the rain had stopped and sunshine was pouring through the windows as if the rain had never happened. They knew that there was something different about me, but they didn't find out I was a storm caller until one of the maids saw my wings when I was about four. She talked to them in hushed voices and they asked me to flat-out change the weather. It worked based on my emotions. But I don't think they know that I cantalk to animals and make them winged like me," she said, shrugging.
"Show us how you talk to animals, then," Ray asked.
"Alright then," she said. She turned to Layla and made a seriesof low throaty growls followed by a yip. Layla responded with yips and a short howl or two.
"What did you say?" Acrylis asked excitedly.
"I asked her whether she wanted to help us. She wants to but wants to find her own way to help," Camelia said, still staring at the great wolf.
