The Roof, Thursday Afternoon
It was around twelve o'clock in the afternoon when Wesley ventured up onto the roof to enjoy the beautiful weather. Tea in hand, he was just making his way over to find a place to sit to start on some homework.
Before he knew it, the teacup was shattered on the floor and he was... not on the floor. Instead, he was hovering in the air, with his whole balance shifted.
He looked down.
Oh. He was... an owl.
Wonderful.
...
Well, he was outside, anyway. Might as well try to fly, right?
[[open roof, of course!]]
Before he knew it, the teacup was shattered on the floor and he was... not on the floor. Instead, he was hovering in the air, with his whole balance shifted.
He looked down.
Oh. He was... an owl.
Wonderful.
...
Well, he was outside, anyway. Might as well try to fly, right?
[[open roof, of course!]]