There is very little hesitation in the woman’s landing; her feet touch down with a few sweept of her wings to keep her from crashing. With a twist of the ring on her left index finger, the black wings burn brightly for a moment an disappear. The redhead rolls her shoulders, still able to feel them but not really needing to worry about them bumping into anything.
After looking around nervously for a moment, she is sure no one saw her land. From her pocket she produces a little glass bottle. She easily undoes the cork and lets the fairy inside, out. It squeals at her, shaking it’s little fist angrily, but Kyna just rolls her eyes at the creature.
"I’m sorry, but it’s how I was told to get you back here. You wouldn’t like the coldness of the wind up where I fly.” She explained, rolling her eyes again as the tiny thing huffed and flew away, back to her family and colony. Still tired from her flight, the winged girl was about to sit and rest when a branch behind her snapped.
Turning on her heel, she looked around at the trees around her, hands fumbling for the dagger attached to her waist. “Who is there? I’m not afraid to hurt you!”
