Taking flight
It was in the middle of the night. The northern breeze swept through the wooden docks, bringing with it the salty taste of the ocean that it lays on. The inhabitants have all gone for the night, save for a couple of drunkards having more sips of ale than they could handle.
The grand pirate ship, docked on the northern side of the shipdock, swayed gently with the water, her furled up sails ruffling against the salty breeze. On the upper floor of the dock, the equally grand Skycruiser can be seen. She was no ordinary ship, as her name suggested, as she somehow stayed afloat in the air by some airship technology developed around these lands.
Upon her forward deck, a cloaked figure can be seen, resting its arms against the railings. Saera had been standing there for hours, looking up at the Skycruiser's large air balloon every so often. She was rather grateful Captain Berit leaves her deck open while he retires to his private chambers in her hull, allowing her the chance to slip through in the middle of the night.
She shifted uncomfortably beneath her makeshift cloak and hood, adjusting her backpack straps as well. The breeze pushed her hood back a little, revealing gleaming, yellow horns among brunette hair. Not caring too much, she let it fall back. Something twitched uncomfortably inside her backpack.
Cautiously glancing about to make sure no one was in sight, she took her backpack off and stretched out a pair of bat-like wings. As if on cue, the breeze picked up, catching under the membranes of her wings.
The Dragonoid leaned forward, closing her eyes in reverence. All those years on a world where humankind looked upon her kind as an abomination, it had driven her goal to only survive and nothing more.
Never before has she felt a desire for something more than just surviving.
She wanted to fly....
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