I grimaced; Angel had managed to get onto the counter again. She was giggling and flapping her wings. Her hair looked like it'd been in a hurricane and she'd knocked over the canister that had all the stirring stuff in it. She had managed to rescue one spoon and was waving it like a sword. I could tell that she was about to jump so I held out my arms inviting the forbidden activity. Let me tell you catching enthusiastic one and half year olds is not as easy as it sounds.
"Max, Max! Fly, fly, fly!" I blinked and winced as she rapped me on the head with her spoon/sword. I heard someone snort from behind me. Grimacing I reached up and rescued my head from further abuse by wooden spoon, trust me it gets enough in sparring practice with Ig and Fang. "Max, Iggy, Fang, Fly!" she cried again this time pointing towards my room. I blinked. I had just been thinking about our late night flights, how could she have known? I didn't know, at least I didn't know then.
Worriedly I glanced at Jeb. He didn't know anything about our sneaked practice. Luckily he and the boys were currently engaged at yelling at some sporting event on TV. I glanced at the youngest of our flock again, she watched me in return and them said "Fly, shhhh!" it was probably in what she thought was a quiet voice but then she hadn't yet gain the fine control of vocal chords needed to whisper. I nodded sagely though and put my finger to my lips.
"That's right. Flying, wings, they're secret. Remember? Ok?" She nodded enthusiastically and then reached for my spoon which I held out of her grasp.
It was later that afternoon when I went to get Angel up from her nap that I realized that another one of us had gained a skill. "Max, Max! I fly!" I blinked at this and glanced around the small room that she shared with Nudge. She was standing on the top of the window sill. Thank god the window was closed and locked. She jumped down and much to my surprise managed to keep herself in the air for a few moments. She hovered there grinning and then crashed onto Nudges bed and giggled. She caught my knees in a hug and I stared down at her. She cocked her head to the side and then said,
"Max angry?" she sounded sad and worried and I blinked.
"No, no I'm not mad." I said kneeling. "I'm just scared that you're going to hurt yourself and that's scary. And also you're so small…" she was nodding as though she understood. Angel's always been mature. Maybe it comes from the mind reading but still at this point we didn't know about that. Not yet anyway.
When Gazzy found out that his baby sister could at least get into the air he literally threw a fit. Angel smiled well, angelically. We should have known then that she'd be a handful.
Ok, for this story I'm planning on finishing it off with one segment for each flock member. I've refreshed each of the previous chapters to fit together better, so if your continuing to read this you should go back and reread the previous chapters. After I finish each of the flock there may be one more chapter but really only expect the six. sorry for the ramble. Not mine, never was never will be.
