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The wind tore her curls from her scraggly bun and she laughed, scarf whipping free from her neck. She didn't really need it anyway as her hair wafted around her face, floating and dancing as if it had suddenly been struck with a mind of its own, and she turned her fingers in their air, bare and aching for the touch of the wind in a far more intimate fashion than she'd ever previously been treated to. After all, her time had to come sooner or later.\n\nShe'd done it. She'd done what they all had said she could not, what she could not do as her body weighed her down, Carla shunning their lies and casting off the shroud of deception. For she'd known in her heart of hearts that it was the heart of an eagle that she truly had and all would be well if only she could reach the top of the mountain that everyone and anyone had said that she would never, not even once, be able to climb as weakness thrummed through her body.\n\nThey were wrong, all wrong. And the time had come to gain her wings, if only for the first time.\n\nSpreading her arms wide, she cried her triumph to the world at large, the tingling starting at the base of her neck and working its way down her body, down to her fingertips. Perhaps she should have thought to shed her clothes before things started but it was too late for that as she spun like a top, a white-toothed grin on her face stretching her mouth wider than should have naturally have been possible. And that was true: it was no longer natural for a human mouth to shift like that as it pushed out into something yellow and hard, stiffening up as words clamped themselves down in the safety of her mouth. A voice would come, in time, but there were no truer words to be said right then and there but for the transformation that was, very much, already at wing.\n\nDown and down... Her body shrunk even as her face hardened into a new shape, the itch of bones reshaping themselves making Carla roll it from one side to the other, finding a shocking degree of flexibility in the cervical vertebrae there. Everything about her rang through with greater and greater lightness as she cast off her clothes, clambering out of the mess of them pooling around her and shaking her neckline off a leg that became skinnier and yellower by the second. Lines marked her leg and her toes shrivelled up into something that could have been foreign and alien if she had not known already what was happening.\n\nHer chest smoothed out and she tried to hop and dance for the sheer glee of what was happening to her, heart pounding in a ribcage that expanding to fit a new set of lungs, better designed for the job that they were to do. Her arms were not to be used for strength anymore - at least, not in the conventional sense, but filled out with feathers, seeming shrunken and useless no more. With the feathers, ah, now that was the trick! Carla tried to laugh but her throat closed up, vision filled with a large, yellow beak as a prickle of white feathers burst into life atop her head, eyes sliding more to the sides so that her peripheral vision increased, allowing her to see more.\n\nJust as it had always been meant to be.\n\nOf course, one change did not beget her entire life. She could become more or she could become something different: it was entirely up to her. It only mattered that she had met her challenge head-on and her chest rounded out proudly into an avian shape, a proud breastbone that could contain her pounding, beating heart. She needed to be something more, something different to what she had always been, and there was only one way for that to be achieved as brown feathers layered her body, one slipping down on top of the other. 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