The late afternoon sun glimmered in the reflection of the building across the urban chasm from her own rooftop, and Evangeline had to squint to make out the network of cars on the street below, each following another out of the city into the sprawling suburbs. Her wings twitched against her shoulders, aching to feel the rush of wind that would come, when at nightfall she could finally unfurl them and fly over the busy metropolis toward the shadowed foothills beyond the city lights. It would soon be prime time for the hunt, and she was counting on the chance that he'd be there in the twilight that turned the trees to ink, and the sky to parchment. Closing her eyes, she could smell him, the combination of night and earth that always reminded her of childhood summers, pulling one radish after another from her grandmother's backyard garden, a-half-a-dozen-lifetimes ago. She shivered as the night descended by degrees and slinking slowly toward the edge of the roof with the grace of a feline, she whispered aloud to herself, "Soon... just a while longer, and you'll be free to answer his call."
linen, mineral, evaporate, butter, spree