In the dark, moonless night, she sits on the boulder and rests her tired feet. She has been journeying alone, her wings neatly folded.
She had ignored her wings until she met him. When she didn’t think she was good for anything, he gently patted her back, reminding her of them. When she felt that she was invisible, he stood beside her, holding her hand, the magic to make her delicate wings quiver.
Only when she closes her eyes now, she sees him. They are apart, a great distance between them. She has to find the power to spread her wings on her own. To find the place where the moon shines.
For Discover Prompts, Day 25: Magic.