Though wings were still on her back, she felt as if she could never fly again.
"The 'good' lady of the woods," Beatrice muttered to herself. She took one last look at Adelaide's now empty cottage. It seemed small, and there was already a heavy, long abandoned feeling to it, though just minutes before the witch had been alive.
Better to let this place rot, Beatrice thought. With what little strength she still had, she began to move away. There were still items inside, but Beatrice knew better than to play with magic. Besides, she had bigger issues to face.