<div align=center>The silence besetting the room was practically deafening. It hadn't been used for a little while, the tables were covered and the balcony doors were all bolted shut. Pale fingers curled around one, carefully sliding it open. The noise bounced off the walls, the quiet click becoming a cacophony of sound that could have woken the dead. A hand reached out to push the door open, it went easily, swinging backwards and stopping just shy of the wall. The breeze had an icy bite to it, though if the girl felt it she didn't react. A single, long leg swung it's self over the railing, the girl hauled herself up onto the edge, and leaned backward against the wall, one foot resting delicately on the rail, while the other one dangled lazily over the edge, toes pointed downward.
A pair of bright red eyes scanned the horizon before them, there was a bored look carried within them, as if she'd rather be somewhere else. Arabella stifled a yawn and giggled softly, the leg hanging over the edge swinging idly. She liked the height, the way the ground spiraled off below her and the way everything looked so tiny. If she could sprout wings and fly off, then she would have done so gladly. It's a shame I can't turn into a bat.
But a bat didn't fit the grace that fell upon the girl, though she couldn't really be compared to a swan either, perhaps initially, though a swan taking flight is a cumbersome creature that can barely lift it's self off the ground. The air about Arabella perhaps matched that of a hawk better, the tiny, dainty Hobby, or perhaps the Peregrine, both beautiful and dangerous, and everyone around her were field mice. It was early in the day and the sun had barely risen above the clouds. Good. It can stay that way forever, for all I care. She brushed a long, ash strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled to herself. Though then I suppose all the humans would die.</div>
A pair of bright red eyes scanned the horizon before them, there was a bored look carried within them, as if she'd rather be somewhere else. Arabella stifled a yawn and giggled softly, the leg hanging over the edge swinging idly. She liked the height, the way the ground spiraled off below her and the way everything looked so tiny. If she could sprout wings and fly off, then she would have done so gladly. It's a shame I can't turn into a bat.
But a bat didn't fit the grace that fell upon the girl, though she couldn't really be compared to a swan either, perhaps initially, though a swan taking flight is a cumbersome creature that can barely lift it's self off the ground. The air about Arabella perhaps matched that of a hawk better, the tiny, dainty Hobby, or perhaps the Peregrine, both beautiful and dangerous, and everyone around her were field mice. It was early in the day and the sun had barely risen above the clouds. Good. It can stay that way forever, for all I care. She brushed a long, ash strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled to herself. Though then I suppose all the humans would die.</div>