Solara heard the thunder from her perch on a church rooftop. She wore a simple emerald dress and over that she wore a dark grey cloak. Her long golden hair flowed over her shoulders as the wind began to blow. Anyone looking at her would say she was a pretty woman. What most people didn't know was that beneath her cloak on her back was a set of feathered wings. She kept them hidden unless absolutely necessary to avoid suspicion. 

Her attention was drawn away from the clouds by a commotion in the streets below. She looked down to see the King's Guard pursuing someone. Upon closer inspection she realized the man they were pursuing was injured. She could see a blood stain on his shirt. She didn't believe it was justified for guards to be chasing an injured man like that. 

She stood up and with a graceful leap began moving from rooftop to rooftop until she caught up to the man. She leapt down beside him catching his good arm. She placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her cloak off at the same time. "Hang on," she said before extending her large black feathered wings. With a few powerful flaps they were in the air. She landed softly on a rooftop and pulled him away from the edge. "Are you all right?" She asked looking at his injury.