[the following is written very slowly and laboriously; the writing is - surprise! actually a bit neater and more deliberate than is usual, which is a large part of why it seems so calm. But each short stretch of words is curved, ends pointing down - Rogue's actually having to sort of crouch or kneel on the page and brace the shaft of the pen between head and shoulder, grasping near the tip with both hands, and has to start facing left, end facing right, and stand up to take a few steps right and start the next few words. He looks like
this.]
I woke up different. Again.
Am very small, and now have four wings. Transparent, veined. Should not be able to fly - not conventionally aerodynamic, by fixed-wing standards.
- can fly. Can fly very well. Wings beat approx 30 x per second. They're very flexible. Semirotary, even. The dynamic stall? Has to be that. Vortex shedding, fluid dynamics... would draw/calculate, but small, writing is difficult.
It's very interesting but also inconvenient. Small. Flying is loud; flight muscles vibrate, buzz. Apparently glowing. Anyone else?
Can't ride Windmere, can't move buckets, can't work till this is over, sorry Bridge. I'm useless like this. Only good thing about this is flying well.
-Rogue/Roat