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Rook woke that morning with a sore back from sleeping under a bush, rubbing her eyes to clear them of the sticky aftermath of sleep as she crawled out from under the foliage with a pained grunt. She hoped yesteray's occurances had settled down, and that she could go back to her sister's house without worrying. Curling up on herself with her knees to her chest, Rook stared off towards the hill the house was on. She still wasn't entirely sure why a cracked piece of food was such a bad thing, if they'd given it to her she would have eaten it for them, as long as the unborn wyngling hadn't actually been taking up the yolk and formerly alive.

  Oh well. Rook concluded that it was probably best not to mention it to anyone in that house, judging from how they seemed to be horribly upset by it happening. Rook didn't have any problem not talking about it. After all, she'd found it hard to work up the nerve to say much of anything at any time, much less while everyone was tense and snappish. It was almost like being back in those disgusting woods, but with less things trying to kill her, more reliable food, and excessively loud instead of way too quiet.

  Either way, going back would be better than staying out here. Now that she'd gotten a refreshed taste of the luxury of a home, Rook wasn't going to be able to give it up as easy as she gave up the Nook, even if it was....loud...and uncomfortable-making....and, well, just not a fun place for her to be most of the time.

  Rook let out a weary huff and stood up, only to let out a yelp as she felt a tug on her arm. Stupid shirt. Sneering, Rook turned back around to unhook her jacket sleeve from whatever part of the bush it had snagged in, then faltered and let out an alarmed squeak when she reached for feathers instead.

  On the grass now, tail sprawling out behind her, Rook stared at where the feathers emerged from her arm. They'd been getting gradually larger and longer for some time now, but between yesteray and last night, they'd finally decided to join the party.

  Overlapping splotches coated the underside of the wing, she noticed as she unhooked the feather from the branch and held it up in the clumsiest way possible: plopped on the ground with one arm flopped to the side and the other stretched up into the air so she could stare at her new wing. How long had she been asleep for her wings to finish growing in and a whole bunch of spots to show up. Looking down at her legs and tail confirmed that the splotches weren't just on the wing's lower side. She almost beamed in delight as she unbuttoned a bit of the jacket to stare at her sides and the other spots that dotted her. I look more like my Robin, Rook couldn't help but think. Despite Robin's freekout, she was still the one who helped Rook out of the woods, and Rook wasn't going to drop what she thought of her quick as that.

  But it wasn't Robin who she was focusing on right now. She almost didn't actually believe this was reality. Almost. Years, it had been years since she'd been a hopeful little wyngling staring up at the birds in the sky and jumping off of trees to try and fly to join them and be part of the sky, away from the restricting ground world. And now....

  Rook ran a claw along her beak, then smoothed down the feather that had been stuck before she looked up as well. Too early for birds to be awake. But the clouds were coating the sky in large white patches, and she inhaled slowly, savoring the air she sucked in this time. With only a bit of hesitance, Rook wobbled to her feet with a squeak as she adjusted to the new weight of the feathers, although there was hardly any and she was probably just spooking herself.

  She still wouldn't believe the wings were actually fully grown in and she could fly with them. She wouldn't get her hopes up again so easy. Not yet. Rook glanced up the hill towards Robin and Loki's home, then uncurled her arms from where they sat--like usual--up against her chest. The feathers unfurled as she stretched out her new wings, spotty underside showing. Cautiously, Rook beat them once and glanced down at the few leaves she stirred up. No liftoff, but from how she'd watched birds get off the ground, she wasn't surprised. She tried taking off of the ground like they did, but it just resulted in a few inches of liftoff as she flailed her arms. Even those few inches made Rook's eyes widen and a grin crack across her usually terminally uneasy face.

  She needed more room for a first flight. She'd seen lots of baby birds learning to fly, and even if they didn't have fully grown wings, this was also Rook's first time flying. she glanced about and eventually hurried towards one of the trees at the treeline of the Auranna Forest. She slowed and shuddered when she stared into the dark depths of it, hands shaking as she remembered getting stuck in there for so long.

  She had wings now. No stupid forest would keep her trapped this time, she could just fly away from it. Rook relaxed a little bit at the idea, although the tension overrid her newfound giddiness. Either way, Rook reached up for the trunk on the nearest tree to the fields around Robin's home as Rook scrambled up it with a bit more struggle with the larger wings taking up space. A few branches further up the tree, and Rook spit out leaves and brushed the twigs aside. She was less than a quarter of the ways from the top, but there was plenty of room beneath her now.

  Rook steadied her tail as she found it waving in the air eagerly as she eased forwards along the branch. At least that wasn't something new that she didn't think she could do. She'd been climbing trees for ages. Adjusting her goggles to be sure they were there--despite the broken side offering little protection--Rook crouched at the edge of the branch and stared down at the fields and then up towards the sky.

  Time to see if these wings did as advertised.

  Rook stood up, took a step, and dove out of the branch, arms spread out and beating as soon as she lost contact with the tree. She winced and shut her eyes as she neared the ground, expecting to faceplant like she had so many times as a wyngling.

  She cracked her eyes back open when she felt herself gain a bit of liftoff and the wind sweep underneath and over her wings. No ground. She opened her eyes the rest of the way and stared back at her arms. Still holding out and holding her up. She glanced at the ground passing under her, albeit slowly as she beat her wings. She wasn't moving very quickly, but she was in the air. Rook let out a delighted squeak and beat her wings harder to get herself further into the air, making her way above the treetops as she started to increase how quick she was flying. It was a slow process, but....Rook sucked in a breath and focused on the air around her until she saw the reflected glow of her magic glands in her goggles and felt the burst of wind from behind her. She let out a yelp as it swung her around in the wrong direction as she caught the wind under the wings wrong and she landed in the foliage of a tall tree behind her.

  Rook spat leaves out again and growled as she untangled herself from the branches before she slipped and dropped to the ground again. Twisting around in a panic, Rook caught the wind before she hit the grass and struggled to get back up into the air. Another burst of the same magic, and she managed to catch both wings right this time, the wind giving her an updraft to help swing her into the sky and speed her up from the crawling pace she'd been going.

Several minutes of struggling and testing herself later, and Rook had almost gotten the hang of at least simple flying and gliding without magic. High in the sky, Rook grinned down at the ground, ears turned up happily before she swooped upwards, then angled herself to the ground. Tucking her wings in, Rook dropped like a stone towards the ground, wind whistling in her ears, starting up the magic again one last time to give her an extra boost as her wings shot out to the side and she caught herself, sweeping just above the grassy hill below her, far away from Wynsiph and Robin's home. As she dove and then swooped along the hill, Rook felt all the tension and fear and paranoia drop from her mind and body, replaced with happy tears that collected in the underside of the goggles. She swung back up into the sky, catching updrafts she didn't need to create as she glided through the air. She could fly, she knew her stupid one row of arm feathers weren't just going to stay useless forever. She was flying, the ground was far away from her.

She was in her own little world now, that she could learn how to navigate and explore at her leisure. No kindrin or yittle would be able to nab her up here, few wyngrew would bother her, no forests were trapping her, the only sound was the sound of various birds and the wind rushing past her ears. And, for the first time in years, all the tension dropped from Rook's body to be replaced with pure delight that she hadn't felt since she was a wyngling, and she felt happy again. Rook let out a quiet cackle as she started to turn clumsily around to head back to Robin's home, grin broken by faint tears welling up in her eyes. She wasn't trapped anymore, she didn't have to be stuck where something could get her.

Rook could fly, and she could enjoy herself and explore the world again without the fear of hidden monsters.
(1757 words)
Basic Wind:
2/2 Enhanced Hearing
2/2 Speedy Movement
0/2 Wind Gusts
0/2 Manipulate Sound

She gon fly awayyyyyyyyyy you better catch her
Look at that
First steps towards not being permanently terrified of everything
Be happy for the child

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Rook woke that morning with a sore back from sleeping under a bush, rubbing her eyes to clear them of the sticky aftermath of sleep as she crawled out from under the foliage with a pained grunt. She hoped yesteray's occurances had settled down, and that she could go back to her sister's house without worrying. Curling up on herself with her knees to her chest, Rook stared off towards the hill the house was on. She still wasn't entirely sure why a cracked piece of food was such a bad thing, if they'd given it to her she would have eaten it for them, as long as the unborn wyngling hadn't actually been taking up the yolk and formerly alive.

  Oh well. Rook concluded that it was probably best not to mention it to anyone in that house, judging from how they seemed to be horribly upset by it happening. Rook didn't have any problem not talking about it. After all, she'd found it hard to work up the nerve to say much of anything at any time, much less while everyone was tense and snappish. It was almost like being back in those disgusting woods, but with less things trying to kill her, more reliable food, and excessively loud instead of way too quiet.

  Either way, going back would be better than staying out here. Now that she'd gotten a refreshed taste of the luxury of a home, Rook wasn't going to be able to give it up as easy as she gave up the Nook, even if it was....loud...and uncomfortable-making....and, well, just not a fun place for her to be most of the time.

  Rook let out a weary huff and stood up, only to let out a yelp as she felt a tug on her arm. Stupid shirt. Sneering, Rook turned back around to unhook her jacket sleeve from whatever part of the bush it had snagged in, then faltered and let out an alarmed squeak when she reached for feathers instead.

  On the grass now, tail sprawling out behind her, Rook stared at where the feathers emerged from her arm. They'd been getting gradually larger and longer for some time now, but between yesteray and last night, they'd finally decided to join the party.

  Overlapping splotches coated the underside of the wing, she noticed as she unhooked the feather from the branch and held it up in the clumsiest way possible: plopped on the ground with one arm flopped to the side and the other stretched up into the air so she could stare at her new wing. How long had she been asleep for her wings to finish growing in and a whole bunch of spots to show up. Looking down at her legs and tail confirmed that the splotches weren't just on the wing's lower side. She almost beamed in delight as she unbuttoned a bit of the jacket to stare at her sides and the other spots that dotted her. I look more like my Robin, Rook couldn't help but think. Despite Robin's freekout, she was still the one who helped Rook out of the woods, and Rook wasn't going to drop what she thought of her quick as that.

  But it wasn't Robin who she was focusing on right now. She almost didn't actually believe this was reality. Almost. Years, it had been years since she'd been a hopeful little wyngling staring up at the birds in the sky and jumping off of trees to try and fly to join them and be part of the sky, away from the restricting ground world. And now....

  Rook ran a claw along her beak, then smoothed down the feather that had been stuck before she looked up as well. Too early for birds to be awake. But the clouds were coating the sky in large white patches, and she inhaled slowly, savoring the air she sucked in this time. With only a bit of hesitance, Rook wobbled to her feet with a squeak as she adjusted to the new weight of the feathers, although there was hardly any and she was probably just spooking herself.

  She still wouldn't believe the wings were actually fully grown in and she could fly with them. She wouldn't get her hopes up again so easy. Not yet. Rook glanced up the hill towards Robin and Loki's home, then uncurled her arms from where they sat--like usual--up against her chest. The feathers unfurled as she stretched out her new wings, spotty underside showing. Cautiously, Rook beat them once and glanced down at the few leaves she stirred up. No liftoff, but from how she'd watched birds get off the ground, she wasn't surprised. She tried taking off of the ground like they did, but it just resulted in a few inches of liftoff as she flailed her arms. Even those few inches made Rook's eyes widen and a grin crack across her usually terminally uneasy face.

  She needed more room for a first flight. She'd seen lots of baby birds learning to fly, and even if they didn't have fully grown wings, this was also Rook's first time flying. she glanced about and eventually hurried towards one of the trees at the treeline of the Auranna Forest. She slowed and shuddered when she stared into the dark depths of it, hands shaking as she remembered getting stuck in there for so long.

  She had wings now. No stupid forest would keep her trapped this time, she could just fly away from it. Rook relaxed a little bit at the idea, although the tension overrid her newfound giddiness. Either way, Rook reached up for the trunk on the nearest tree to the fields around Robin's home as Rook scrambled up it with a bit more struggle with the larger wings taking up space. A few branches further up the tree, and Rook spit out leaves and brushed the twigs aside. She was less than a quarter of the ways from the top, but there was plenty of room beneath her now.

  Rook steadied her tail as she found it waving in the air eagerly as she eased forwards along the branch. At least that wasn't something new that she didn't think she could do. She'd been climbing trees for ages. Adjusting her goggles to be sure they were there--despite the broken side offering little protection--Rook crouched at the edge of the branch and stared down at the fields and then up towards the sky.

  Time to see if these wings did as advertised.

  Rook stood up, took a step, and dove out of the branch, arms spread out and beating as soon as she lost contact with the tree. She winced and shut her eyes as she neared the ground, expecting to faceplant like she had so many times as a wyngling.

  She cracked her eyes back open when she felt herself gain a bit of liftoff and the wind sweep underneath and over her wings. No ground. She opened her eyes the rest of the way and stared back at her arms. Still holding out and holding her up. She glanced at the ground passing under her, albeit slowly as she beat her wings. She wasn't moving very quickly, but she was in the air. Rook let out a delighted squeak and beat her wings harder to get herself further into the air, making her way above the treetops as she started to increase how quick she was flying. It was a slow process, but....Rook sucked in a breath and focused on the air around her until she saw the reflected glow of her magic glands in her goggles and felt the burst of wind from behind her. She let out a yelp as it swung her around in the wrong direction as she caught the wind under the wings wrong and she landed in the foliage of a tall tree behind her.

  Rook spat leaves out again and growled as she untangled herself from the branches before she slipped and dropped to the ground again. Twisting around in a panic, Rook caught the wind before she hit the grass and struggled to get back up into the air. Another burst of the same magic, and she managed to catch both wings right this time, the wind giving her an updraft to help swing her into the sky and speed her up from the crawling pace she'd been going.

Several minutes of struggling and testing herself later, and Rook had almost gotten the hang of at least simple flying and gliding without magic. High in the sky, Rook grinned down at the ground, ears turned up happily before she swooped upwards, then angled herself to the ground. Tucking her wings in, Rook dropped like a stone towards the ground, wind whistling in her ears, starting up the magic again one last time to give her an extra boost as her wings shot out to the side and she caught herself, sweeping just above the grassy hill below her, far away from Wynsiph and Robin's home. As she dove and then swooped along the hill, Rook felt all the tension and fear and paranoia drop from her mind and body, replaced with happy tears that collected in the underside of the goggles. She swung back up into the sky, catching updrafts she didn't need to create as she glided through the air. She could fly, she knew her stupid one row of arm feathers weren't just going to stay useless forever. She was flying, the ground was far away from her.

She was in her own little world now, that she could learn how to navigate and explore at her leisure. No kindrin or yittle would be able to nab her up here, few wyngrew would bother her, no forests were trapping her, the only sound was the sound of various birds and the wind rushing past her ears. And, for the first time in years, all the tension dropped from Rook's body to be replaced with pure delight that she hadn't felt since she was a wyngling, and she felt happy again. Rook let out a quiet cackle as she started to turn clumsily around to head back to Robin's home, grin broken by faint tears welling up in her eyes. She wasn't trapped anymore, she didn't have to be stuck where something could get her.

Rook could fly, and she could enjoy herself and explore the world again without the fear of hidden monsters.
(1757 words)
Basic Wind:
2/2 Enhanced Hearing
2/2 Speedy Movement
0/2 Wind Gusts
0/2 Manipulate Sound

She gon fly awayyyyyyyyyy you better catch her
Look at that
First steps towards not being permanently terrified of everything
Be happy for the child

+Sleek tail (age: helixagonal.deviantart.com/art… )

4/588