By now Zoey was fluttering around, gliding low to the ground. Her delicate green wings carrying her around the attic in large circles. Soon she landed and morphed back to her normal human self. She was tired and laid on the floor for a moment. When in a new form she seemed to get tired faster. After a moment of rest she stood up and grabbed her lantern, the sun was beginning to rise and she guessed the others were up by now. Zoey had been here the longest out of the other orphans, she had been here since she was just an infant, the orphanage workers taking care of her. Sighing she stepped out of the attic and down the latter, she had stopped by her room to put the lantern away and was now heading to the dinning room, ready to eat breakfast.