The night was windy and cold, but Elise didn't feel the cold to be chilling. With Ian's hand round on her body, she felt the warmest she had ever been. The wings that were pitch black reminded her of the black feather she took from their last flight. As Ian told her it had turned to ashes, she didn't see check it. Did it really turn to ash? wondered Elise.
The position where Elise was, her hand rounded over Ian's neck and his face getting close than never before, had her skipped her heartbeat.
"How do you feel?" Ian looked down, his red eyes had always been intense while showing the brimming mischief and his whimsical acts.
"It's great," replied Elise. She looked down to see the houses looking small. Some lights came from torches in each house, looking at it the sky felt as if it had descended on the ground.
