She just wanted one more flight and she would be on her way.Sneaking out of Damon’s room in the early hours had been cowardly, but it had been the only thing that her mind had come up with.With dawn only newly acquainted with the day, she eased her door open and headed downstairs. One flight would do her good, and then, she could try and find a way to leave the Crossroads.She slipped past Teebie with nothing more than a quick wave. Down the stairs and out to the shifters’ field, she kept her focus on the flight.The changing cabanas were empty, and she swiftly removed her clothing, folding it for the re-dressing as all good shifters did.She pulled on her vulture shape and hopped out into the morning light. While she had been changing, another cabana had become occupied. Shrugging, she widened her wings to catch the sun and stretched her fleshy neck.Molly ran and flapped, taking off with steady beats until she was in the sky again. If she could have, she would have cried. It was beauty and grace, air and sunlight.
