Round 50

Jeane’s wings unfurl slowly as she approaches Abby, a calculated display meant to either intimidate or enthrall. The dark leathery appendages stretch out wide, each membrane catching the light from every angle, their reality undeniable even as the mind rebels against the sight. Abby presses herself against the wall, her wide brown eyes fixed on those impossible wings with a mixture of morbid fascination and pure terror. "Stay away from me!" she chokes out, voice trembling. "You're not—you can't be real."