>"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just so much to take in at once."
>She nods sympathetically. "I know. For what it's worth, I am sorry."
>Spread our wings and take flight
>You climb out of bed and spread your 'new' wings wide. Even though you know it's the first time you've ever done this, the sensation feels like slipping on your most comfortable pair of shoes. It's a curious experience, but hardly an unpleasant one. 'Marisa' spreads her own midnight-black wings, and says "Just believe in yourself." and launches herself out the gap where a wall once was, hovering just outside. You take a couple of breaths. Even if this place isn't quite real, it certainly looks and feels real. You're a spiritual person, but no so much as to throw yourself out of windows, even ones in a pseudo-reality, without a bit of pause. 'Just believe', she said. Nothing for it, then. You flap your wings twice, and leap out of the 'wall'
>A firm but gentle updraft fills your wings as they beat against the air, and you pause for a moment to take in the sensation. There is at least 8 feet of open air between your toes and the ground. It's not like looking down over the side of a building, or even being in an airplane. It's exhilarating and terrifying, and more than both. You glance to your right, at 'Marisa', and she is smiling at you, a mother's smile, you think.
>"It won't all be bad, my child. This at least, I can promise you. There are dark days coming, for all of us, but there will also be moments like this, as well." She turns 'round and flies up and northward.