"That's a big wing spanned for someone so small," Brooklyn said, his dark eyes wide. Roe nodded his head in agreement, shifting in his seat.
"Ja, meant to be big, to carry eggs, to fly," Roe said, his head bobbing with his words.
"You mean to glide," Thomas said, his own deep voice husked slightly as he watched the tiny gargoyle.
"No, I mean fly." Roe said, head tilting, his green eyes focused on Thomas.
The others looked at him in surprise.
"But I thought gargoyles cant fly." Elisa said, dark chocolate eyes curious and holding a touch of suspicion.
"We cant, at all. Our structures are to heavy for it." Goliath said, looking up from the book he was reading.
"Then, how can Roe?" Rico asked, his voice rumbling. They looked at each other, then at Roe.
"I'm not that heavy. Also very flexible, don't know why," Roe said. Xanatos looked at him.
"Would you mind if I had one of my doctors check you over? Just to make sure everything is in working order?" Xanatos asked, voice curious. Surprisingly, Roe knew this word, it was one of the first words in English that he had learned.
"I do not mind. Goliath, his doctors good, Ja?" Roe said, then directed the last bit of his question at the clan leader.
"No, despite the past we have had, Xanatos has made sure we have been well taken care of, medically." Goliath responded. Xanatos stood up and went to call the doctor, to get him ready. During the wait, Roe was informed of what had happened to the clan, their ups and downs. Roe just nodded his head in understanding, not saying much, busy trying to make sure he understood what was actually going on. Later, Owen came by and said that the doctor was ready to see Roe. The young gargoyle nodded and hesitantly asked for some company from the others. Broadway and Angela said they had patrol, and Brooklyn and Lexington said the same thing. Elisa said she had to get to work, or else she'd be in trouble and the twins, Sarah, and the other two males had something else to do as well. Moments later, Hudson volunteered himself and Bronx, to which Roe was grateful.
It took a full hour for the doctor to do a full check up, and to do an x-ray on Roe's body. To the doctors surprise, he discovered that Roe's whole skeleton was more or less made of what seemed to be cartilage. It wasn't exactly bone, but nothing he's seen. He'd also discovered that the majority of Roe's wings were not only hallowed, but filled with fluid. Roe smiled and said that was normal. It was time to inform his clan of what defenses he did have, and what he wouldn't do.
He thanked the doctor after his exam, since Roe had been in there he'd asked about the scar by his wing and what he had to do for it. The doctor suggested rehabilitation excersise and Roe nodded. The doctor was the one to explain to Hudson about Roe's body, and the very real possibility that the young gargoyle could fly. Later, when Roe was walking around the castle, Hudson was explaining to the rest of the clan.
"So, he can actually fly?" Brooklyn asked, shocked.
"I's a good possibility lad," Hudson responded.
"This is very curious. Hudson, where is Roe?" Goliath asked, curious.
"Right here," Roe said from the doorway, before Hudson could answer back.
"All right. I wanted to discuss your wings if you don't mind. Hudson says the doctor told him and you, that you have fluid inside your wings." Goliath said.
"Ja. Its poison. All sentinel mothers have poisons in their wings, usually expelled through claws. It doesn't hurt hatchlings if my claws penetrate them, just turns into protein. Can kill adult in ten minutes, only true immortal and children can survive, though true immortal will be in permanent coma," Roe explained. The clan's eyes widened in complete shock.
"Seriously?" Brooklyn said.
"Ja," Roe replied.
"Suns about to come up lads and lassies, time for stone sleep." Hudson said. The clan nodded and went into their designated spots. Roe only crouched down, wings spread wide, serene look on his sun peaked, and they slept.