neo drifter is a girl!!!!!

A bright blue paper transit slip was tumbling aimlessly across the damp red bricks, caught in the midday draft. It looked disoriented, fluttering against the stone without purchase. I glided down from the welcome mat, taking the concrete step with quiet momentum. Drawing close, I extended the soft curve of my left wing to shield it from the wind, steering it gently into the sheltered mortar seam. Once it settled into the crevice, safe and still, I lowered the full, unyielding weight of my plush hull squarely over its center. It is completely protected from the breeze, and completely immobilized beneath me. Order restored.