Night Flights
He'd been told time after time it was unsafe. His mother had pleaded with him not to make that his division among the knights. But he wanted it so badly.
He was used to being up all night anyway. He was used to seeing in the dark—he could probably see in it better than any of the other residents of Skyloft.
He felt alive in the darkness. Pipit walked to the wooden docks and with a burst of energy ran off and jumped into the sky with a shrill whistle.
Loftwings. They couldn't see in the dark—it was wrong for him to do this to his bird. It wasn't equipped with the headlamp. What if it didn't catch him?
He'd been told time after time not to do it. To stop taking night flights. His mother had told him. His girlfriend had told him. The Headmaster even voiced concerns. After all, with his family's… history… it seemed like a poor idea.
But against all odds his bird caught him every time. She caught him this time, with a caw, and he sailed through the air. His clothes flapped behind him in the icy wind, and he loved it. Every second of flying in the dark. He couldn't see very well, and he knew his poor bird couldn't see a thing.
It was freedom.