Odile was cautiously winging her way above the trees, eagerly awaiting an excuse to land. During her time of self-torment, she had denied herself flight, and her wings tired easily. Still, she rationalized, too much stressing of her wings this soon would cause some very bad things to happen, wouldn't it?
Prime excuse to give in to the sin of sloth and allow herself to land. She was exhausted, and could use the break. She swooped down, landing next to a thick stream of water drifting down from the mountain. Even after the heat of the summer day, she was still able to taste the cool of the water; it was pure and delicious.
She stretched out her long legs, extending her wings shakily so that those limbs would not get stiff after her day in flight. She likely had an hour until dark, and part of her worried that she would be stuck out alone after night. She'd never liked that time of day much, at least not alone. Her nightvision wasn't very good, and she never felt completely secure. And today hadn't been a great one for her, either. All day, starting at dawn, she'd been flying around like a new-hatched chick. Falling right out of the sky, only to force herself to get back up. Her entire body was bruised and battered.
