That was the second time Zoe had that question posed to her. A traveler or a wanderer? As she thought about the question, she also contemplated making a run for the door.

Smoking Girl

I think you're a wanderer, doomsday goddess. That means you owe us aurishas tribute.

Zoe

I'd better get to class.

Zoe turned towards the door.

Smoking Girl

Wait, wanderer!

Against her better judgment, Zoe turned around.

She saw two versions of the girl. The one in front of her looked normal. But the one reflected in the bathroom mirror was not. In fact, the girl's reflection in the mirror was as far from normal as anything Zoe had ever seen.

Smoking Girl

Don't look so surprised. I told you I was an aurisha.

And with that, two wings sprouted from the girl's back. The wings were made of tendrils of black smoke. As Zoe turned to run, a smoky tendril flailed out towards her leg.