"Tell me, Vi'ian, what was your first flight's feeling?", Lon asked her. She stood silent, staring at her encapsulated memory, then reached for the moon. But once again, she didn't say anything. "Fun, I assume.", Lon responded, not expecting an answer. However, Lon heard her breathe in the cold. "Liberating.", she answered, looking at the crystallized memory of her joy. Lon was surprised. They only heard them speak when the captain was around. "The first time I unfolded my wings was when I was being chased. The Order was after me once more, and I was at the edge of a building. At first I felt trapped, but the moment I stopped falling, I felt free... a shame that they've taken that from me once more." For a second, Lon thought they saw the shadow of a wing...
