With a delightful ability to see these elegant colors came with an expense. When Azure was pondering under the dark shady canopys of the forest, she found herself face to face of a dark mist of a woman of charcoal silk and a place behind her back where wings were supposed to perk up. The woman gave her a dark stare; eyes of pain as she held her arm around the trunk of the tree, standing under the shadows.
"With such colors." she croaked, "Reminds me of my own."
Azure, who has no idea who this woman was, stares peculairly. "Who are you? If I may ask."
"A past of your mothers." she says in a whisper. Continuing looking very delighted of her wings, lost in her own thoughts.
Azure sought her as an old enemy her mother had fought with as the woman circled around the girl. "I used to have wings just like you."she scowled, "Shining in its glory, I was able to touch the skies. Until they-were torn just-like-paper!"