She doesn't turn to stone, infact none of the Gargoyles do!

Elisa squeezed her eyes shut. Despite what Goliath had said she found herself unable to face the raising sun, fear gripping her heart and making her tremble. She thought that, perhaps, it would be easier if she didn’t look. Better to pretend that this was all a dream and when she awoke she would be back to normal once more.

‘As much of a shame that would be,’ a small voice in the back of her head whispered. Elisa’s lip twitched in annoyance at that stray thought. This was not the first time she’d been a gargoyle; long ago, when she’d first met the Clan, Demona had used Puck’s mirror in an attempt to get rid of her. Puck, thankfully, had used the vagueness of Demona’s words to alter the wish so that rather than kill her, as Demona wanted, Elisa was merely turned into a gargoyle. It had been a confusing night, with her memories fuzzy and confusion running rampant, but she’d never forgotten what it felt like. The Clan had never asked her about it and Elisa was glad…

…because she didn’t like focusing on how wonderful it felt.

The strength that had flowed through her. The power that seemed to hum in her veins. The primal drive that let her feel so utterly free and wild. Days after that incident she had felt as if her natural form was utterly lacking. She still woke up from dreams of flying and hunting, panting and moaning, and looked down at her normal human form and, briefly, cursed her weak body.

But she did her best to hide those thoughts. To not focus on them. To not dwell on the strange feelings that such thoughts brought out. Mostly because she knew it would never be (‘Ha! Yeah, right!’) but also because she had the feeling that those thoughts, those dreams… were not quite what the Clan dreamed.

The rays of the sun struck her face, chasing away the thoughts. She braced herself, her face screwed up… but as the seconds ticked by she slowly opened one of her eyes, then the other. She looked out at the sun-bathed New York, burrow screwed up in confusion.

“Uh… am I doing something wrong?” she asked.

“You aren’t,” Goliath said, his voice startling her. She looked over and gasped, shocked to see him and the rest of the clan standing there with befuddled looks on their faces, the sun beating down on them.

“We’re… not stone,” Lexington said.

Brooklyn nodded, holding out his hand and watching the sun dance along his taloned hand. “How… how is this possible?”

“Witchcraft,” Hudson muttered to himself.

“The Eye,” Goliath stated. “It must have done more than simply transform Elisa. We have been altered as well.” He got a strange look onhis face and stopped speaking.

“Goliath?”

“The sun… it is different than what I expected,” he stated. He flexed a bit, muscles bulging out as he rolled his shoulders. “It is… warmer than I expected.”

“Yes,” Angela said. “I thought it’d be like candlelight or like the light from a lightbulb…” Goliath’s daughter stretched like a cat, a smile blooming on her face. “But it is so… wonderful!”

Elisa looked at the sky, her eyes narrowing in thought. ‘Yeah…the sun does feel different.’ She’d been growing tired as the dawn had approached but now she felt oddly revitalized. The sun’s rays were making her feel like she’d just downed 10 cups of coffee and was buzzing on the mother of all caffeine highs. She looked down at her arms, flexing that and watching as the muscles danced under her skin.

“We should explore!” Broadway said. “I’ve never seen New York in the light!”

“And that is exactly why we shouldn’t!” Hudson stated gruffly. “We’ll be easier to spot.”

“And we don’t know how long this will last,” Goliath stated firmly. “If we suddenly turned to stone while flying-“ The rest of the Clan shuddered at the thought. “Let us stay inside, for now, and search for answers.”

“I bet Demona has an idea or two,” Brooklyn said darkly. “I’ll go talk to her.”

The rest of the clan began to head back inside the castle but Elisa’s hand caught Goliath’s forearm, holding him back. He paused, watching as the rest of the group left, before turning to face her. “What is it?”

“I…” Elisa bit her lip, squirming a bit. “Could we just…stay out here a bit?” Goliath looked at her and she smiled weakly. “I hadn’ t really thought about it, what with everything that happened… but yesterday could have been the last day I ever saw the sun.”

“Elisa…” Goliath said, stepping closer to her. “Puck-“

“Is Puck,” Elisa said, her wings stretching out and catching more of the sun’s rays. “We have no idea when, if ever, he’ll undo this. Hell, this could all be part of a plan of his. The point is, big guy… can we just…stay out here a bit? Enjoy the sun?”

Goliath took a deep breath before nodding, taking her hand and guiding her to the ledge. “Yes, I suppose so.”