WHEN I LEARN TO FLY | Flight?

[SWORDSKIT.]

IF SOMETHING GOES A LITTLE WRONG
WELL YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND BRING IT ON

One thing that Swordskit lacked was wings and he thought they were the coolest thing ever to exist, he sometimes wondered what it was like to have extra appendages that would help him fly through the skies. Ducks could fly and it made him often wish that Azul was real, a soft sigh leaving his maw. He had been fixing his bed making sure that it was all nice before he began to head down and outside of his house only to see someone was on top of the higher rocks, his pupils widening at the sight. Well, that was rather impressive.

He stayed back for a moment before walking forward though he stumbled backwards upon realizing that Onyxpaw was throwing herself off the rock. Oh god, that was not good. He could recall one of his siblings making those kind of jumps to high or lower platforms and it always made him nervous. He closed his eyes expecting to hear a thud within the sand but it did not come. He opened one of his eyes to see that the girl was gliding rather than falling, Swords let out a low breath of relief. He might not have known her but he didn't wish for any harm to come to his groupmates, he shook some of the sand from his toes deciding to approach her.

He flinched at the sight of a large lupine, this one was a lot more different than his father. He had fire around his neck and the child piped out with a small frown "Doesn't that burn? Once I touched a hot pan and it hurt really, really badly but then my mama made it all better!" There was a pause with his face becoming thoughtful only to continue with a small smile "I'm sure he could help you too, if you asked!" Suddenly, the sound of Onyxpaw letting out a soft sound of pain made his eyes lock onto her. He proceeded to run over with his folded ears moving slightly, Swordskit began to speak "Hi! Hello! I'm Swordskit Pendragon-Daisuke! Who're you?"

He let his introduction sink in for a moment, his mama always telling him to introduce himself to new people or else it would be rude if he didn't. "That was super cool! How does it feel like to fly? Can you touch the skies and clouds? Did all your feathers fall off when you were little? Your wings look really cool, I like them a bunch! Are you part bird?" Ah, there was his small plethora of questions and each one was said with a warm, big grin on his maw.

— Reggan