Hazelgee

"...Miss Baxter" The seagulls were circling high, just dots in the sky, drifting in lazy circles far above the city. Her gaze trailed wistfully in their wake as they cried and screeched idly to each other. Lucky souls, with just a stretch of their wings they can sail straight over the tall gate. Over and beyond the walls of Gilneas, the wide world laid out beneath them like an old maids embroidered blanket. "...Miss Baxter?" One bird caught her eye, it's pale wings spread wide, catching the last rays of golden sun on the tip of its feathers. Her grey eyes fixed hard upon it, studying the easy effortless way it seemed to hang in the sky.