Title: The Mechanics of Having Horns and Wings Genre: MG Fantasy
Chiori’s wings erupted from her shoulder blades in a high arch of thin bone and long feathers. They were almost as beautiful as her mother’s, similarly speckled white and gold. She’d been born with her wings―little spurs that grew and grew until they were double her height in length from wingtip to wingtip. Her best physical attribute, if she did say so herself.
She twisted, trying to see if a new layer of feathers was growing in. She couldn’t tell, and honestly, it didn’t matter. With a sigh, she folded away her wings, tucking them securely against her back. Currently, her wings were not the problem. Leaning forward, she pressed her nose against the mirror, her breath causing a foggy circle to expand outward with each breath across the glass.
No. It was her horns that were causing her trouble, the sight of them squeezing her heart so tight she couldn’t fathom how it managed to beat.
At thirteen, eleven years of Chiori’s life had come and gone with ease. No horns. Just wings. Her life had been safe and secure and while her parents chose to remain hidden from Tettralia’s infamous three gangs, she hadn’t. She’d joined one, the Winged, and everything had been right. Then, just four days after her eleventh birthday, Chiori had woken to tiny bumps of ivory bursting forth from her hairline, causing her brown curls to be even more unpredictable.
She raised a thumb to her head, measuring, assessing. Yup. They’d grown.