You, being the more popular, yet probably rarer, of your newfound kind quickly decide what Jill wants. Yeah, you want it too; that much you're quite sure of.
Your scaly wings unfold, brushing off a thick layer of dust as they raise and flap instinctively. You instantly took to flying, finding it to be exhilarating. Your breath came in and out like your wings flapped; instinctively.
Once you got over the awesome of your situation you start to realize everything else. Your eyes were keen. From here, 2,000 feet or so in the clouds, you could spot hopping rabbits in the grass, the whisps of naga scales in the waters, and the wandering of humans, their backs hung as to hide themselves.
You are unable to hold yourself from laughing; a thick, coarse thing, that stops the bunnies from hopping and inspires the chills climbing up the human's backs right now. This is all too great. As you laugh, the note tied to one of your claws falls, weaving back and forth as paper does in the air. You don't notice, of course, for your indulging.
You arrive at the beach, finding it not as populated as you originally expected. An eery feeling quickly accompanies your arrival; you are being watched.
You are sure of it.
