WHITE, WHITE LEAVES // trying to fly

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Rough starts in life. Something he should title his autobiography.

Granted, Angel had no wings, ironically, and he was not flying anytime soon. Nor had he given much interest in the idea of the new hatchlings flying, at least until Oleander made her attempt and slime went soaring right onto his nose. Right, the kids were covered in bloody slime. Minus one, of course, which he wouldn’t say out loud but thanked the gods for a saving grace in the clutch. Scrunching up his face and rubbing the slime off, Angel squinted at the group that was slowly gathering around the dragonlet and her failed flying attempt. There was a frown, then a small sigh as it dissipated. It wasn’t her fault she was...slimy, and any curiosity about flying was natural for a child with wings, no? ”Maybe it would help if you carefully watched the birds.” Angel suggested, wondering briefly if he could find a bird later to both study and demonstrate his point. Maybe even study one of the dragons, when they grew, should any of them stay and allow him to do so. ”They have a very specific way of moving their wings, maybe dragons do the same.”