WINGS

Part One

Jonah shuffled uncomfortably, his large wings trapped beneath his back as he tried finding a position to rest in. He groaned in annoyance and flipped onto his side, wincing as he landed on a tender part of his wing. "Blast it!" He mumbled angrily, now completely finished with trying to fall asleep.
He rose to his aching feet and smoothed out ruffled feathers that had gone out of place, taking a good look at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure if he liked what he saw. His thin body, slim facial features, scruffy brown hair, freckles across his nose and cheeks... although, Jonah did like his height. He liked being tall, like most other Kateyrians were. And then there were his wings, large, white garments with tips that faded to ebony. They hung on his shoulder blades, their weight occasionally giving the youth pains in his upper back. Standing regularly, at his full height, the large wings' feather tips still brushed the ground; as if taunting Jonah he could not outgrow them.
Jonah just sighed and rested a hand over the crook of his neck, massaging it before glancing to the marble window. The pale light of the stars, which seemed much closer in the second dimension, shone across his features and he enjoyed the sense of highlight he was being given.
Kateyra... his home. The largest and most inhabited city in the Western Hemisphere of the parallel world. At night it was even more enjoyable to look at, with the night elementalists bustling about setting the stars perfectly in place, or the sun elementalists preparing to merge their powers to raise the celestial star.
He recognized his dear friend, Arennia, with the moon and night elementalists; standing on the roof of her dormitory and calling up to her comrades in her soft voice. He enjoyed seeing her, and as she turned and noticed him, a smile made its way onto her beautiful face. She walked confidently across the large quartz bridges that connected neighboring buildings to each other, and was soon in front of Jonah's window.
"Arennia," Jonah said softly, blushing profusely at his minor voice crack.
"Aw, Jonah~!" Arennia chuckled lightly and pulled her white hair over one of her small shoulders. Fifteen as well, but smaller for her age. She, like all of the moon elementalists, had white hair that she ceremoniously had tied up into a bun with silver ribbon. She had pale skin, for she mostly only lived under moonlight, light blue-grey eyes, a thin body, and a diamond-water necklace that hung around her neck. It symbolized power, which she was gifted with tons of. She really was gorgeous, Jonah realized, standing before Arennia.
"Come with me," Arennia offered eagerly, grinning and offering a pale hand to Jonah, her eyes shining under the gleam of the moon.
"To where?" Jonah grasped her hand and wrapped his fingers around Arennia's forearm to not lose his balance, the Star elementalist just smiling at him.
"The Weyler Shore. Lahna and Isaiah are already there, they're waiting." Arennia bolted down the bridge after assuring a grip on Jonah, who gasped and stumbled a bit at first at how fast she had taken off. Jonah was shocked into silence and he could only stare wide eyed at his friend at her next words.
"Lahna believes she's found your sister."