Hyde Park still managed to be the best place for the halfa to find herself. While the rush season was coming up, as summer summoned tourists on days when the weather was warm (much like today), there were still some spots which were calm.
Seating herself on a bench and leaning her cane against it, Limey leaned back into the seat, feeling sunlight on her face, wood and a cool breeze on her skin, the smell of flowers on the air, and if she shuffled her feet she heard gravel underfoot. But there was nothing to see.
Blind eyes started leaking tears.
((Gotta go sleep. G’night))
Axel fell back onto his new appendages and hissed in pain, shooting up into a sitting position and pushing the girl off of his chest where she’d fallen and onto his lap. “Ow, shit that hurt.” he felt his back aching and reached up to rub his head.
“Um, sort of.” She rolled off the man’s lap and sat up slightly, hissing as her stomach vehemently complained against the movement. Tapping her hands on the floor and around her, she guessed from the shower (or bath?) she was in a bathroom. Shaking her wings out, she ran her fingers over the leather to checks for any tears. None thankfully, but they were still bloody sore.
Turning to her rescuer, she inclined her head slightly. “Thanks for the save, mister. I hope you didn’t bruise yourself too badly.”
The red head shout and ducked into the shower stall when he heard the smack on the window, much larger than any bird he’d heard before. his heart was pounding as he freaked out. He heard the yell for help and slowly walked out of his shower stall and over to the large window he kept closed for the specific reason that the cherry tree outside made birds drunker then pirates.
He opened the door and poked his head out only to see a girl hanging off of the lamp just outside. “What the hell? Is the world trying to kill me?!” he grabbed the girl and started pulling her into the bathroom so she wasn’t hanging for her life.
When she felt hands on her, her first reaction was to writhe and try to get away. However, when sense overcame panic, she figured whoever owned the hands was helping her. Letting go of the lamp, she pushed herself off from the post so her helper didn’t have to fight against gravity and her weight, although the action pushed both of them backwards into the room.
The red head groggily pulled himself out of bed, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck or a battering ram. Something felt off about the way he was walking but he couldn’t put a finger on it as he finally got into the bathroom and leaned over the sink, going through the familiar motions of brushing his teeth.
It wasn’t until the red head raised himself up to start dealing with his hair and he actually looked into the mirror that he noticed the two large wings sticking out of his back. They were a deep brown, almost red color on top and the under feathers of the wings were a soft tan.
“W-what the fuck?”
It was a little tough flying these days, being blind. However, if the halfa concentrated on air currents, she could feel the wind and if something was blocking the air stream, and so Limey was content with just gliding.
Unfortunately, that plan didn’t fall in quite well, as she knocked into a window (the bathroom window of Mr O’ Riley, although she didn’t know this), twisted in mid-air, and slammed into a lamp-post. She held onto the lamp tightly, her wings and stomach aching and unsure she could manage a drop from..however high up she was.
“Um, help?! Someone?”
Bumping accidentally against the newcomer, Limey raised her hands in apology. Their scent was rather odd. Was that fish she could smell? There was a certain taste of aquatics in the air, and from the moment of contact she remembered a faint touch similar to a thin layer of fur. Maybe a seal?
“Greetings, sir or ma’am. I hate to be direct, but you’re not human, are you?”
Using the white cane was a bit of an oddity for the halfa, but she found herself adapting to tapping around to identify objects in her pathway. She felt a bit weak though, openly showing herself to be disabled in such a way.
Falling into her thoughts, she failed to concentrate on tapping in front of herself, and so walked into someone.
“Oh dear me, I’m sorry sir, um, ma’am?”
The apartment was almost as it was when she’d left. With Andrek’s curse worn off, the dream-creatures now surrounded Limey.
What has happened?
“Where’s the sorcerer creep?”
“What’s with your eyes?”
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