Flight
The wind kisses their faces, whispering promises of wonders and beauty as they run.
And as they run, they slowly unfurl their wings. The wing colors vary from black to brown to white, but they all have the same effect:
Carrying the bird-kids upwards and into the sky.
And they continue flying, their hair getting in their eyes and the wind too loud to effectively communicate with each other, but it's wonderful.
They become kids in the sky to small pairs of wings to tiny dots. Then they disappear from sight down below on the ground.
But up above, everything is visible.
Up above, anything is possible.
Up above, they experience the magic of flight.
For every review you post, another bird-kid escapes the school. SO REVIEW, PEOPLE!
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