Daciana twitched her wings a bit, closing her eyes as she thought. They folded up against her back, almost too tightly, and she lashed her tail so that the fluff at the end swished through the air.
She was anxious - this was obvious. Her muscles were tense, and quivering - something felt wrong, or something would go wrong or something was wrong and she just didn't know it yet - or something, just something.
Absently, as though she wasn't aware of what she was doing, she sighed softly and stretched her wings out to their extent before snapping them tightly back.
"Let me get through whatever this is," she prayed quietly, though audibly, to no one in particular, "Just please."
It wasn't a fear, she knew that - she wasn't /afraid/ of something, she just had this anxious feeling that... Well, hell, not even that something would go wrong, like she previously thought, just that something she wasn't expecting would happen, and that scared her because things just never went right for her, she was used to and accepted that, but that didn't mean she liked it.
