in a tendency of grace - flight lessons

[wormwood.]

One of the several members of the group that had wings that definitely should not have had wings was Wormwood, Feza's fellow guardsman and a male that had not that long ago had to suffer through the growing of his wings. It had been quite a while now – long enough for him to get used to having the wings upon his back and even learn how to fly and glide a bit – but he had still had them for a shorter period of time than Feza had them. In fact, his wings were one of the first things that most people asked about when he came to the border to welcome them in. Perhaps it was just because of how often he was the first one to arrived at the border to question people, but for some dammed reason it seemed as though he was often being poked and prodded in the extra limbs, with people frequently asking him why he had feathered appendages when he was a lion. At first it had been sort of charming and amusing, and he had chuckled whenever someone had asked, giving them various responses that were only half truths, since honestly he wasn't exactly sure why they had developed himself. At first he had thought that they were a mutation as a result of the radiation that permeated the Tanglewood territory, but now he wasn't so sure, given the strange heavenly dreams that he had been having lately. However, as time went on, and more people ended up asking him about the wings, he felt more and more irritated with every little prod and soft question. He tried not to snap at anybody over it, since it wasn't as if you saw a lion with wings every day, especially when you were just wandering the wilds before eventually reaching Tanglewood. Most of the time he tried to just gloss over the question by waving off the answer, especially since now he had no idea exactly why the wings had grown upon his spine anymore.

Nevertheless, when Feza called out that she was hosting a flight class, Wormwood preemptively felt a very worried frown come to his face, immediately concerned that Feza was about to get several people extremely injured. The male shifted from his small plant monster form into his winged lion form, moving over to where Feza was sitting atop her tower of boxes that was cluttered clumsily together with no safety padding around at all. The frown on his muzzle only grew as he sat down where he was on the ground, calling up to Feza and trying not to sound too judgemental or pissy, "Feza! Are you sure that this little... flight class that you've set up is safe? I don't see anything that soft around here to land on, and you've made a tower that looks like it's going to topple in on itself any moment now..." He grimaced slightly as he pressed a paw up against the base of the tower, watching the way that it shifted and swayed, barely held together by duct tape and glitter glue. It was hardly a good starting platform for everyone, and Wormwood was terrified that it was going to collapse beneath the weight of anyone besides Feza. He then said, his shoulders shrugging a bit as he pulled back from the tower, not wanting it to fall on his head, "Needless to say, I'm not gonna be participating in this class, since I already know how to fly... I can help out if you need anything though. Try my best to make a contribution, although I'm not a great teacher..." He lifted one of his golden and red wings and rolled his shoulders as he glanced around for anybody else showing up, desperately hoping Moth didn't decide to try learning about flying from Feza, since her large jaguar form had wings.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]