Fang, do you think he's lying? I asked with a strong thought-voice.
No, he must be telling the truth. Wings are more important than secrets.
"James, I believe you. Would you like to join the flock?" I asked.
"Sh-sure if I won't be a burden. My hand will take a bit to heal. I won't be able to fight much until then." He seemed pretty nice and truthful. He does seem to be a pretty good edition, what with his nice build, the way his eye's glint in the moonlight. His sharp, navy blue wings that look, well, fast.
Storm... I heard Fang think-say. Blushing, I turned away and pounced into the air. When I hit the peak of the jump I flashed higher up and stretched out my wings a flew up until I couldn't see them. Then I flashed as far as I possibly could. I felt a little disoriented when I stopped and before I knew it I couldn't move my wings.
Iggy's POV
I don't know what happened but I found myself running in a random direction. I don't know why, but I NEED to get wherever I'm going! Then I stopped. What the hell is going on?! All of a sudden I stuck out my arms and felt something fall into them. Boy was this lump feathery. Feathery, AND I could see it.
"Storm! Are you okay?!"
"No Ig. I'm not okay." She said clearly trying to keep her cool.
"Well what happened? Are you hurt? Is anything broken?" I freaked out searching her for any bruises. Unexpectedly she ducked into my shoulder and said,
"Iggy. It was so awful! I-I don't know- I have NO clue what happened! I was flash flying and all of a sudden my wings went limp and I couldn't move them." Then she burst into tears. Of course I had never heard Storm stutter, or cry for that matter. I was paralyzed and then I heard Fang voice in my head,
Well, comfort her you idiot or I will! I did what he said, mumbling about things being okay and whatnot. Most of this stuff I saw in movies during the gushy parts. I heard footsteps and told Storm that Fang arrived Fang. Why did this guy have to ruin my moment with Storm?
Storm's POV
"Storm are you okay? I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. You forgot to shield your mind or something and I wanted to remind you." And James was looking at you funny. I blushed again and I almost jumped up and took off until I remembered.
Fang. My wings gave out and I don't know what happened. I was flash flying and I just collapsed in the air. I said right when Iggy started giving Fang the evil eye and Fang, knowing that he can't see what he's doing decides to show one of his rare grins. There just rediculus boys, always trying to do something to annoy the other. I started to stretched out my wings only to gasp with pain. Iggy spun around recognizing the sound, and Fang looked at me with concern in his eyes. I tried again. Same exact pain. Trying one last time I focused on where it caim from. I hold back the gasp but I couldn't not with the mix of pain and astonsihment. The pain come from all over my wings, like someone shot a bullet into every single feather. I tried to take a peak at my wings but being unable to stretch them out enough I couldn't see even a feather-hair.
"Fang-" Iggy slumped, "-or Iggy, it doesn't really matter just someone look at my wings before I assume that their not there anymore!" Fang pushed Iggy towards me so that he ran right into my chest. I glared at Fang with one of his own original death glares and spun around. Iggy silently examined my wings touching them ever so softly. I relaxed and let him weave his fingers through each feather. I sighed and shuddered, which caused a "Get a room!" from Fang. I blushed and immediately turned around. Which caused me to come dangerously close to kissing Iggy. We both held our breathe as we waited for the other to turn around. A few minutes later he exhaled and I did the same. Well look at me, rough, tough, dramatic me. Breathless because a guy that I'd known my entire freaking life knew how to make me shudder. A few seconds passed and Iggy and I were still in our trance when Iggy finally spoke. Still looking in my eyes he said,
"I didn't find anything wrong. Your wings are perfect. Perfect color, perfect texture, perfect weight, perfectly proportioned. I couldn't find a thing wrong with them. If you ask me, they're are the second most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I took a deep breathe and waited for him to say more. When he didn't I responded,
"Well, Iggy, what tops the list?"
"You." Another couple minutes passed and we still looked contently into each others eyes. I gasped when it dawned on me. Iggy, even though I am the only person he can see, doesn't only think I'm beautiful, he thinks my wings are perfectly sculptured. He could say that about any other avian or avian-hybrid, but he says it about me. That's when my eyes opened truly to what I like about Iggy and I smiled, high off of what I was about to say.
"Iggy, you are absolutely, the best guy I have ever met and ever loved."