<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The ghost thought she saw something glimmer in the moonlight, far off into the distance. It fluttered up and down as a wing would flap... And like a twinkling star under the horizon, it trailed off, faintly... moving in an arc until it was obscured behind a mountain. She waited for nearly an hour until the second shift came out, but the light never returned. It could have possibly just been her imagination...<br/><br/>Whatever it was, it wasn't coming back. Ellen went back to her quarters, passing by the open doorway to Rathiel's room. "Can't sleep either, huh?" His voice lazily chimed when he caught sight of her.<br/><br/>The young half-celestial lay on his stomach atop his bed, body and wings half obscured by a blanket that was also partially upon the floor. "Everywhere you go, it's the same thing. Doorways too narrow for my wings, windowless rooms that<em>make</em>you use the stairs, and blankets that are too<strong>small!</strong>"<br/><br/>"You're lucky, Ellen." He said, looking up at her with a smile as he rested his cheeks in his palms, "You can go wherever you want without having to deal with being... all<em>different</em>from everyone else. I'd hate it if I didn't love it- so how<em>do</em>you fly, anyways?" He asked, his bright eyes flashing with curiosity, "I've never seen a wizard in so much armor before, and I don't think you wind walk..."