They walked, and they walked, and they walked.
The storm lightened, and the sun returned. Serena walked in the shade of the trees, while Catherine tried to get as much sun as she could, trying to dry her sopping clothes, her wings which dragged pathetically behind her. All that surrounded them were trees.
"Do you think there's anything but trees?" Catherine asked.
"Not for miles," Serena said.
Again, they walked in silence. The only sound to be heard was the sound of Catherine's stomach growling. She hadn't eaten since the day she left home.
"What do you eat?" Serena asked.
"Anything but animals." Catherine responded.
"Bugs?"
"No."
"They aren't animals." Serena said.
"Anything living, Serena."
"You can create shit though, why don't you just create food?"
"It doesn't work like that."
Serena shrugged. "If you die, I'm eating you."
Catherine's eyes widened. "No."
"Why? You wouldn't notice," her voice sounded frighteningly sincere.
Catherine chose not to respond.
The trees began to get thinner, and soon they found themselves at the edge of the treeline. In front of them, a vast open prairie with grass easily above the knee, further in the distance, a tall mountain range, with jagged rocks and an unforgiving surface. The top of the mountains were covered in thick pillows of snow, something Catherine hadn't seen in months.
"Can we wait until sundown?" Serena asked, she eyed the sun like it was the worst thing she'd seen. She was surprised that she was still awake, but adrenaline had kept her going.
"No, I can't see in the dark."
"Well I can't go out now." Serena said sternly.
Catherine sighed, sitting down on the ground. There was no food in sight. She was exhausted and hungry. Not even the sun could help her. It was autumn, the air felt cool and crisp. She didn't expect to see snow on the mountains, but truthfully she had never seen mountains before. She only heard of them. She heard of her people flying to the mountains, landing on them, and feasting on the berries at the top. She prayed that there were berries at the top of these mountains. She wished she could fly.
And then she got an idea.
She stood up, and extended her working wing. Serena watched, as the big, white, feathered wing spread to its full length. The other one stayed cradled in the sling Serena had made.
"You can't fly with one wing," Serena said.
"I'm not trying to fly." Catherine said. She pulled Serena close to her, and used the wing to shield her. She then had to pull Serena into the sunlight, despite the screams and protests. Serena was hissing, and suddenly stopped when she realized that it wasn't burning. There was no fire on her skin. She looked at Catherine, whose face was only inches from hers. She looked above her to see the wing, shielding her like an umbrella. They walked across the field. Soon, they were walking on the cool gravel, and clouds began to fill the sky. It was going to rain, this time without Catherine's command.
"We need to find somewhere to stay," Serena told Catherine.
"In the mountains?" Catherine asked.
