Autumn drew a deep breath, inhaling the steam that hung heavily in the room. Water spilled down her now normal form, plastering the still not normal feathers to her arms. She tilted her head back, letting the water hammer her face. And she sighed. The cut on her nose throbbed, but it was a good throb. And she couldn’t help but smile a bit. This was working. Recently, it’d been suggested that she take up some sort of fighting. “It’s a great stress reliever,” she’d been told. And really? It was beyond true.

Discolored bruises splattered her body like paint on a canvas, but that was alright. She liked it for some reason. The corner of her left eye was stitched up to her ear, and she’d been told many times by her daughter she looked like the victim of a bar fight. She also told Autumn she looked awesome. Autumn gave a quick giggle at the memory, running a hand through her hair and dispersing the shampoo plaguing it. She tilted her head to one side, letting the scorching water run down her neck. And she smiled.