Not Sane

My sister Sharra and I had been born with wings, and at a young age, became quite adept at flying. I had a training period, a time where I learned what it meant to beat my wings against the air, turn them, or tuck them according to what kind of flying I intended and where I wanted to go. With the little unicorn, there was none of that. Once we were out of the forest, Envy leaped into the sky and soared like she'd been flying forever.

"It took me ten tries before I could fly without crashing into something," Ryden whispered.

"She's magnificent," I agreed, unable to take my eyes from her.

"This is amazing, wonderful, stupendous," Envy said, her deep violet wings beating against the bright sky.

I flew over to her. "It really is the best, right?" Her giddiness and enthusiasm rubbed off on me.

Snow White was enjoying herself as well.

I've never flown before, she squealed happily. Her voice caught.

Is it all right if I talk? I was nervous about speaking before, but now you know I'm here w