Whenever she was home, she slept in the trees. It's not that she didn't have a room; she was always offered the guest room.

But to her, the outside was breezier, more alive and wel.. as a part bird mutant, more natural.

It always felt weird leaving camp and coming "home" to a bunch of normal. "Well as nromal as it got around here..." She thought with a bit of humor.

"Kiera'd be a humminbird with all her costant buzzing around and diet of sweets..."Red had recently learned tons of things about birds from their habits to their colors and diets. And so to give herself something to do, she imagined each girl with a set of wings. Most were easy, and it was fun imagining a flock of winged kids just like her flying and spinning above the tree tops.

And wheeling above them all was her. But not her. This Red was a tall confiedent girl who displayed a magnifcient wingspan of... brown feathered wings. "THis isn't right..." her conscience whispered.. The girl's hair zipped back into her skull, leaving her bald until a wave of blond came back out. But the girl was no longer flying. Instead she back in a place of nightmraes. The lab.

The blond girl stood in front of the cage with a look of contempt. With a voice of acid, she taunted captive girl. "Look at this little chick. How puny. Those wings probably can't even fly can they?" She let loose a huge snort and went right back to twisting the verbal knife in. "You're just a unless waste of feathers." The worst came last. The taunter turned her back to the small girl huddled in the cage.

Flying up away, the blond left the girl alone in the ever growing darkness. It felt like falling...How ironic falling with wings...

The flash of reality after her nightmare or whatever it was sudden that despite her well chosen perch, she fell.

Normally a fall from bed isn't life threatning. A fall from a branch twenty feet up was a totally different thing however.

5% of her DNA is what saved her. The margay DNA gave her body the instinct to spin while falling as to fall on her feet rather than crppling her wings even further. Her wings caught air under them like a kite. Her plummet became a glide.

It wasn't exaclty smooth however.

The sudden yank on the muscles in her wings strained them like crazy and she could have sworn something popped out of place. Landing wasn't any easier, she put down her arms to brace her fall and broke her one of her ankles, facture a bone in her left arm and perhaps even sprained her wrist as she landed on it awkwardly.

Olivia was going to be mad as hell but that brief moment of wind between her feathers initiated a spark in her.