The Skies of Marquette

Who: Pandect and open
When: early morning
Where: the woods by the Lamplighter Motel

Pandect looked at the sun, the quickly graying sky and adjusted his wings. This wasn’t something he would normally do, not a risk he would normally take, but his wings had been itching, crawling from yesterday. He settled into a thermal updraft and let himself glide in lazy circles, his wings tinkling softly. It was still dark enough so that no one could see him, so that he could get back to the Venture in time to compliment the easily flustered Amy (with her too-young face and fluttering hand) on her snow sculptures, a whole pack of oddly proportioned dogs. Or at least he thinks they’re dogs. Some sort of four legged animal.

After yesterday, the inexplicable nose bleed, and the run in with the demon, he hadn't thought he would have been able to sleep for all his nervous energy. But he had slept well, a deep sleep where he couldn’t remember his dreams. He woke at four, charged, anxious, body undeniably awake. He wasn’t sure what Amy thought he was doing, wandering off into the woods, but like the rest of the young people in the town she seemed amazingly accepting of oddness. There were so many young people in the town; it was like Marquette was hungry for potential, energy. Tilting his wings, Pandect moved out of his circling pattern, pumping his wings hard, trying to exhaust the muscles in his back, get some decent exercise. He hadn’t done this in too long. Finally he had gotten back to where the path back to the motel started and sat for a while on a limb, letting himself settle before he hiked back to the Lamplighter.