Freedom

Husky once asked me why I couldn't keep from revealing my wings. I just smiled and told him that I didn't see the point in hiding them.

I lied.

I know that we as a group will be shunned, ignored, hated or enslaved by those that fear us. I know the risks even though I pretend to be oblivious of them. So I lie with a smile on my face and guilt in my heart.

It is just that I as a person yearn for freedom. Freedom from my earthly ties to soar the endless blue skies.

To feel the rising air thermals beneath my black wings, to visit the ends of the earth by flying over the horizon.

I want to know what is at the other side of the rainbow. I want to know what is beyond the next mountain range.

The rush of excitement whenever I lift off the ground is incredible. To feel the blood working its ways through my wings with each flap is probably the happiest feeling I've ever had.

Even so I can't abbandon my friends. They are as important to me as flying.

Senri. He is like the Big Brother I never had. Strong, fearless and he likes to tickle people too.

Nana. Cute, charming and sometimes noisy. She also flys like me too, though not as much.

Husky. Brooding, snarky and quick to temper. But behind his attitude he really is a wonderful person.

So with a heavy heart I always return to land. Torn between the thrill of flying and the company of friends.

But there is always apples.

Cooro.