They say opposites attract.
Or at least, magnets do, but according to Dr. M and all her self-help books from her "mid-life crisis" (Nudge didn't think dropping out of med school for a month was a real crisis, but she kept this to herself), this wasn't true. According to just about all the psychologists in America, plus that one book about some universal secret to success, there had to be some degree of similarities for anything to work out.
Now though this Secret book seemed a little phony after Nudge read it and didn't really think these would apply to life or death situations, it had given her a miniature heart attack.
Right now, she noticed, the flock was thriving. If the flock were a singular body, the person would be in their prime, as healthy as could be. None of the six were suffering any grievous injuries; they were well fed and rested after a week at the Martinez's and there hadn't been any death threats since three days before and Iggy set off a bomb that lit a small chunk of Max's hair on fire. Beyond that, Max and Fang, their two leaders, were together and happy. Nudge could tell, she'd always been good at feeling people's moods, that they were perfectly content with each other. They still acted the same, except for a few moments when they'd stare at the other or go off for long flights alone, and Nudge loved it. She loved them. For a brief while, she'd been afraid that they'd act completely self-absorbed, but a few days had passed, and it was almost as if nothing had changed. Neither Max nor Fang were PDA people.
But how could this be? They were so different. Max was loud and vocal about things, whereas Fang tended to blend and fade away quietly for some time before he muttered something or grinned.
She always wore bright colors, unless they were on the run, whereas his were always darkdarkdark. Even their wings were different, their eyes, their laughs, their smiles.
And yet…
They both had wings. That was a start. And they both smiled when they met each other's eyes, they still had their silent conversations that baffled the others. They thought the same way, their jokes and fighting styles and even shared the same music tastes. They would do anything for the rest of the flock, and Nudge could tell, they would both do anything for each other.
You know, she thought to herself, looking up from her breakfast to roll her eyes at Gazzy as Max and Fang squabbled over who got the last blueberry pancake. If you dig a little, they're not that different, really.
She might finish that success book after all. Heck, they might even have a self-defense section in back.