A.N. Hi everyone, thank you for putting up with the hiatus, and a big thank you for Atom80sky who gave me the idea that got my muse back in gear.
Kink
It is nice, even when he doesn't have time to fly, to stretch the kinks out of his wings. The twelve and a half foot span from the tip of one to the other makes it hard to stretch them properly indoors without bumping into things though, and the only room large enough is the basement storeroom, also known as the vault of magic art, or the 'Treasury of the Unsurpassable Dark, Phantom Thief Who All Other Thieves Aspire to be' according to said thief anyway.
Motion
No matter how many times he flies high the awe of seeing the motion of the clouds from above never gets old. When one has seen them from below a thousand times it becomes less interesting unless you look for shapes, but behind them all there is, is blue, blue, and more blue. But from above there are clouds, and beneath the clouds when they move, land, towns, hills, water, all revealed and hidden by the motion of the clouds.