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The poetry reading at the nearby Jazz club was running a little later than usual however Cienna didn’t mind sitting in the back with a drink in her hands, she could smell the sweet smell of the Cienna wafting up to her over the smell of cigarettes and sweat. It was a desert red that she had become partial to since she had discovered this club. She felt the fatigue of the day beginning to catch up with her as she stifled a yawn, she would down the rest of her glass rising from the chair at the same time her wings fanning out and lifting her gently off the ground. As she is inside she would hover two and a half feet off the ground so that she was at eye level for all the other patrons and made her way towards the entrance. 

“Night Cienna.” The bar keeper called out to her waving with a friendly smile. He was a kind man whom had introduced her to the wine that carried the same name as her as a joke. 
“Night” she would say waving back and exiting, the rain outside smelled fresh washing away the strong smells inside, she would drift out into the cool weather using her wind magic to create a protective barrier around her from the water. She would begin the short trek home which she had long since memorized using the wind that the water was throwing up to navigate made it easier than having to read still wind. She found herself enjoying herself even if the buzz she had got from her glass of wine made it so that she had to concentrate a little harder on flying than she normally would.
This part of town she had come to know as the ‘party central’ as there were a lot of different clubs and people were always mingling even this late at night. As she drifted along the sidewalk at a speed that would be considered walking speed if she were actually walking she felt a slight heat in her right wrist though she thought nothing of it, that is until she got closer to another club where that heat suddenly increased to a full-on burn. 

‘something isn’t right’ she thought to herself rubbing the blazing part on her wrist. She would come to a stop near where she would guess the entrance to this particular club was based on the way the sound from inside seemed to increase and decrease in pitch.
She felt the wind deflecting around a person standing just outside and decided to ask, even if she would much prefer to ask someone she knew the pain in her wrist demanded that she stop as it was distracting her. 
“U…uhm… E.. excus… excuse me…” she asked timidly extending the wind barrier she had generated to encompass the person she was talking to as she detected she was not covered by an umbrella or anything. “C…Can… can you… see… a.. a bite… o…on… m..m…my wrist…” she asked nervously as she extended her wrist to the person that she guessed was a woman based on her size and body type.