"Okay. So do you think you'll be able to grow more flight wings?"

Dagger went to where she sat. "Where were you?" he hissed.

Aria sighed. "I don't think they'll ever come back." She lifted her dark wings up. The edges were soft, not blunt and sharp. "I just hope none of them fall off again."

Asher nodded. "Well, good luck. With your wings, I mean."

"Thank you," she said in response, nodding briskly. "For.. the concern. Now, I think I'm gonna go home for the rest of school." She sprinted off, running toward a forest beside the school.

Asher went back in woodshop.

She winded through the forest until she found her home. It was a treehouse, perched upon a giant oak tree. She had built it herself, finding wood and nails to put it all together. She had managed to sow a mattress and pillows, and she would usually cook outside on an open fire. She climbed up the ladder and onto the platform that had been hastily covered by a canvas cloth.

I was curious what the teacher's lounge looks like. I almost got caught and had to hide in the bathroom. Blue said quietly

"Thanks" she said continuing to sculpt...small dish shapes began to form in what looked like a tub

Asher leaned on one of the tables.