Max looked at the two boys next to her. They were about her age, which was only four. For the longest time, Max had only had herself and a dark skinned little baby for company. Then these two boys were brought here. Suddenly, she realized.
"Hey! You've got wings too!" She folded out her own wings, and said, "So do me and the baby- just so you know, she screams. A lot." The two boys didn't say anything, just nodded. "So…. What are your names? Mine's Maximum, cause I'm the best."
"We dunno." Finally, one of them, the blond, spoke.
"Well, you gotta have names. What do you like?"
The blond grinned, very maniacally. "Fire."
"'K, so… matches, flame? What was that word? I heard one of the white coats say that this one lab… ignited! That was it."
"I did that! So, am I Ignite?
"That sounds dumb. How about Ig?"
"Iggy. I like it."
"SO what about that guy? Does he ever talk? Can he?
"I can. Don't wanna."
"Okay, so you can talk. What do you like?"
"Smudge!"
"Did the baby just…talk?
"She wants to be called Smudge. You know, her wings are a little smudgy."
"Smudge sounds like a dog's name."
"Okay, Fudge? Sludge? Mudge..."
"Nudge."
"Okay, Nudge. So what do YOU like," addressing the silent boy again.
"Dang!"
"That baby's gonna get real annoying real fast."
"Dang, sang, fang, BANG."
"YOU will get annoying really fast."
"Wha, what was that?"
"You talked! I said bang."
"No, fang. I like that."
And so the flock began. Six (the others came later) brothers and sisters, not connected by blood, but by years of shared memories. From their naming onward, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, and Max, were inseparable.