Flight Without Wings

Chapter 9

       Without effort, I shaped the dream around us to resemble a room with stained glass windows, filtering sunlight through red, yellow, and blue panes of glass.

       Elyrie tilted her head at me, before nodding.

       "I know who you are. You're that girl who hid her destructive powers and murdered several guards in cold blood. I knew that wingless were dangerous, but, I didn't realize someone who looked so proper could be so horrible." Elyrie said.

       For a moment, I regretted doing this. Maybe I could just drop out here. If she was actually intending for a genocide to happen, I did not have the patience to talk with her.

       What was I saying? I had the patience to hold back my power as long as I did. I had the patience to talk to my parents. I had the patience to hardly complain when I had to use the horrifically impractical pathways of the City Proper. I could do this.

       I just needed to know a few things, and that was all.

       "I know who you are as well, Queen Elyrie of Glitterfield." I said. A table with two chairs appeared, and I sat down in one of them. Elyrie sat down in the other.

       "So, a list, where'd you get that idea from. I know there was a meeting about it, but you didn't entirely explain the full reasoning there." I said.

       "I thought I was being very clear, although I suppose I couldn't know, considering you weren't supposed to say anything. It makes it easier in the case that some destructive wingless fairy goes on a rampage, we can clearly know who it is." Elyrie explained.

       "Then why make a list of fairies without destructive powers as well?" I asked.

       "You know the answer to that." Elyrie said. Alright, that was fair, I supposed.

       "I'm aware that you've taken all wingless fairies into custody. I imagine there's a lot of issues being presented there." I said.

       "It has been difficult. Thankfully there are many good samaritans there to help us. There are a lot more wingless fairies than I realized. I guess I never bothered to look down at the poor excuses for houses you all tend to have." Elyrie said. I nodded along, trying to put on a slight smile.

       "I have to admit, for someone who unleashed horrifying powers in a fit of rage, you do act rather civilized. It makes me scared of what the others could be hiding." Elyrie said.

       "You must understand that not all of us have these kinds of powers, right? So arresting all of us is rather unfair. I for one, didn't go on a destructive rampage until I was confronted by armed guards." I disagreed.

       "If I put three clay pots upside down in front of you and told you one of them contained a deadly viper, you wouldn't want to lift any of them, would you?" Elyrie asked.

       "Yes, that's just common sense. But, unlike you, I wouldn't lift all of them at the same time. If I hadn't lifted the pot, it wouldn't have bothered me. If I had to lift one of the pots, I would just use my power to reinforce myself as a precaution." I explained.

       "There it is, the discussion of your powers. Goodness, that's all any of you groundkissers have to say. My magic this my magic that. You try to use whatever little gifts you've been born with to scrape your way upwards, but to no avail." Elyrie said.

       "What would you have me do, just accept the fact I will always be under a winged fairy's thumb?" I asked.

       "Actually, that would be much preferable." Elyrie said.