Verra sat perched on a small log in her cage, her wings folded around her trying to stay warm. That evil man had only given her a few rags to cover herself with, never enough to keep warm. He said is was because she could keep herself warm with the feathers, he didn't know how thin they were. She jumped every time a peg was struck near her cage while the tents were being put up.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I wish I could spend one night in one of the warm tents...</span><br/>She thought to herself as she stared longingly at the now little more then half erect tent nearest her cage. Suddenly she heard a loud cry and instantly spread her wings and shot up into the sky, but not very far, the strong thick chains around her neck tightened and pulled her back down. Her cage had been modified when she had been found, because she had no powers and could only fly she was not sen as a threat and people always wanted to see her fly, thought the chain was only long enough to let her a few feet off the floor of her cage, it was just enough to stretch her long wings.