Arabella--
Ramere's lips met mine softly, catching me offguard.
No one had ever called my wings beautiful. He was so different, compared to all the others I had met.
"Thank you," I murmured into his ear. He nodded his reply.
With a sudden burst of happiness, I moved away from him and spun into the air. I spread my arms wide, letting the wind carry me higher. I hadn't danced in the sky in so long, i forgot how great it was.
My skirt flowed out around me, and my wings unfurrowed the rest of the way. My hair blew around my face. I wondered what I looked like to the others, but was much more occupied by the feeling of the wind lifting me.
