2 Years, 354 Days Remaining

I coughed up different sparks today. Terra called it 'electricity'. It felt a bit like a static shock, to be honest. The room is still much better, but it doesn't make us forget the bars or the chill or the guards. At least they're standing much farther away and don't mock us anymore. For some reason, throwing rotting meat on their feet made an effective point. Go figure.

My wings are getting bigger and bigger, and Granny says I should start practicing with them soon. She whispered that if there's ever a chance to escape, it'd be useful. I don't think it would be. Terra can't fly and I would never leave without her.