Stretching the wings

[Jay]

Jay layed on her back, propped up on a stone, with her legs crossed in the air. She sighed, chewing on a piece of straw, this was the life, this was her home. These country side valleys and mountans outside the city, this was the only place she could just sit all day and stretch her wings. She had no choice when it came down to her wings, they were just always there, an ever standing presents, as they were right now folded into her back like an eagles' to its spine feathers. She smiled, getting up slowly, stretching her leg, and spitting out the half chewed piece of straw, she, in one quick motion, unlocked her wings,letting them out. One wing was almost two times as tall as she was, they were huge, and muscular as heck. They were horrible weapons, and minor flaws; but they pulled off wikid awsome tricks when it came to fighting. Her short, spikey hair was let down now, for, it had grown a bit over the summer; from its tiny short cut to where it rest now at her shoulders. wow, she did need a hair cut, she sighed, wondering if she should let it grow out. These thoughts were mortal thoughts, why did she think them? She stretched her white wings out, watching how the feathers glided over eachother smoothly, not a fealther bent or broken. She grinned, looking up as she heard a caw. ", Giza, come." she tittered in sing-song voice to the raven she had found days ago in the empty lot of the city, and it wouldn't stop fallowing her; so, she just took it as a sort of pet, what else could she do? Giza ment darkness in some other language Jay had totally forgotten from school, she had read it somewhere. The raven made a swift glide down to her shoulder, and stood there gently, making a last 'caw' before it settled happily. She smiled back at it, "Well, Giza, what are we go'na do now?" She asked, the inteligent gleam in the birds eye agin caught her, that look, it wasn't like a birds. She flicked it out of her mind, noncense it was to think a bird as an inteligent beeing. "How about a flight?" she considered with the bird, it gave a little twitter, and flew off her shouder, hovering in the air as if to say, 'are you coming'
She smiled, and leaped into the air, unfolding her wings again in a snapping motion and feeling the air meet the feathers, it was a feeling only a bird-one could know, and, oh, how she loved that feeling. She soared swiftly through the air, watching as Giza circled above, always near. She put out her legs forward, as she came in close to an edge of a small hill, and slowly folded her wings as she landed, coming in smoothly. She looked around, no one for miles, she would spend a while here, it was silent for once.