The Infinite Realms

Who: Icarus, Any
Where: Second floor, sitting room
What: New Arrival

He was exhausted. Exhausted and lost and hurting and just .... if he'd had any energy to spare, he would scream and rage and probably wave his arms around. However, it was taking almost all of his concentration and stamina to just stay aloft.

Wings locked in place, he'd been following the updrafts for hours now. Separated from his flock, he had no idea where he was, only that he must have gotten turned around at some point while trying to flee from the Erasers and now here he was.

This was fucked up. He was so, so screwed. He was running out of energy, he was running out of time, and, if his internal clock wasn't too messed up, he was probably going to be running out of night. Flying under the cover of darkness was his best chance at staying unnoticed by anybody that might want to, you know, murder him, so he should try to find a spot to hole up for the day.

If only he knew where he was. Or had someone nearby he could trust.

Yup. Well and truly screwed.

Okay. Iggy, you can do this. Mental pep talks probably didn't help, but what else could he do?

Listen Iggy. There's the sound of water. It doesn't smell like the ocean, so it's fresh water. It's running, so probably a stream or river. He let himself drift a bit lower. Okay, the sound of ... trees? Leaves? Was he near a forest? Maybe a park? No car sounds...

CRASH

And that was how a 6 and a half foot tall teenager with wings introduced his head with a large window, and promptly knocked himself out, falling into a heap of limbs and feathers and glass which just wouldn't do. The window knew it was supposed to be a window and thus would knit itself back together neat as your please and a bleeding head wound that probably looked worse than it actually was.

Probably.