I got a feeling- no, not that song, you in the back, stop singing- that Angel had successfully gotten the Flock famous when we reached the hotel.
What did the hotel look like? Well, let's just say once we were spotted there was a whole lot of babble that came up from the direction of it whenever we were spotted. We were flying fairly low, seeing as we didn't have far to go and it just wasn't worth it to soar high up.
"LOOK! THE BIRD KIDS ARE BACK!" some guy yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Is it just me, or are there six of them now, not four?" asked a lady beside him.
"You're right," commented someone beside her.
Somebody said, "No. It's just you. You're delusional." I glared at the dude who said that, but he took no notice.
Then again we were high above where he was, so it was a wasted look anyway.
"Follow me," Angel called towards the rest of us. I did as she said.
Angel led us in a sweeping circle around the hotel, drifting closer and closer to the Earth. Finally she swooped closer towards the front of the hotel, where a space was cleared for the six of us to land. The instant we all had landed and tucked our wings closer in, we were mobbed by the press.
Now, normally I'm not claustrophobic. However, with people pressing up with more questions than Nudge, it's hard not to get very tense. I ended up getting pushed back into the center of the ring the Flock had formed. It turns out that the others did too, and I found myself in between Angel and Dylan.
Then thank the heavens, some security came and got them away from us, allowing the Flock to spread out a tad more and actually have some breathing room. Dylan stayed close by me though. I assume he was just as freaked out as I was.
Once the security had pushed the people back, it was quieter. Angel gazed at the first row of people until the voices had dropped to low murmurs. She looked in control of the situation, like Max had been.
"Alright," she started, "One at a time. We will try to answer as many questions as possible, but our members that just came are tired." She looked around, and picked out a person of a reporter type with brown hair. "You. One question. Go."
He stumbled forward a bit, seeming excited and nervous at the same time. I'm assuming that wings made quite the statement. "Who are these two new people?" he asked.
I should've seen that coming from a mile away. Angel was expecting that, and she smiled. "This is Dylan, who's a bird kid like us, and Spark, who's a bird-kid with some cat genes."
A ripple of muttering went through the crowd. Most of it was questioning and confused. Angel paused and glanced at me. "Spark? Show them."
I had been hiding my tail and flattening my ears, which explained why people were confused. I whipped out my tail from where it had been curled tighter than Nudge's hair, and allowed my ears to prick up. Sound quality improved quite a bit, which meant I could here the sounds of shock ever the more clearly.
After the muttering at my night-colored feline traits died down, Angel pointed at a man with a microphone. He stepped forward much more calmly than the last person, who reminded me of a squirrel. "Where did they come from?" he asked.
I stepped forward and said in a low voice, trying to sound like an FBI person, "That's classified information."
The Flock snickered behind me. I myself was trying not to laugh at the dude's expression.
Angel, still giggling slightly stepped to my side and said, "Well, Spark's from somewhere and Dylan's from somewhere. That's all you're getting out of us."
I smirked a bit and stepped back to my former position, right next to Dylan. A pattern like this continued for, gosh, a long time. By the time Angel said, "Okay, no more questions," I was practically drooping with tiredness. Dylan and I had flown, freaked out, got lost, and mobbed by the press all in one day. That can really drain your energy, you know.
We all walked inside the hotel in an almost pack-like order. Angel was at the front, adorable with gold curls bouncing, with Nudge and Gazzy directly behind her. Iggy padded a step behind Gazzy, and me and Dylan trudged after them from the back.
We got in an elevator, with me being too tired and wanting to go back to my drawing to get excited like the last time I was in an elevator…
Flashback…
Inside, it was very small. It had a rough carpeted floor, light cream walls, and on the same wall as the doors, a large panel. Filled with buttons!
Max pressed a button that said '8' on it. The doors slid closed with another ding. Then we began to rise.
Whoa. I turned to Max. "So… This is an elevator?"
She gave me a very strange look. "…Yes…"
"It's slow."
"I know."
"Why don't we just fly up?"
"The other people will get freaked out."
"But it's faster!"
"…" Max dropped her head into her hands with exasperation. The rest of the flock was trying to suppress giggles.
End Flashback…
Um… Yeah…
We went quite, quite high. After the doors opened again Angel led us away, down the hall, towards a large door without any windows around it. There was an odd sense of foreboding as I entered the room, and- Whoa.
The hotel room where the Flock was staying was huge. Absolutely giant. Positively enormous.
The wall were a pale blue-gray, and painted excellently. The furniture, which included several couches, was either an off-white or dark gray. One entire section of wall was devoted to huge windows, and a balcony was visible outside of it.
There were several doors, too, which were dark gray. Upon closer inspection, Dylan and I saw that they led off to various bedrooms and bathrooms. One of the bedrooms had a Jeb in it.
"Jeb!" I yelled happily, running forward to hug him. He, grinning, put down his book and embraced me back.
"Hey, he said, "I was wondering what was taking so long."
I stood up again and faced him. In a very serious tone I said, "We had to fight off the most terrifying creature on Earth."
Jeb nodded knowingly. "The paparazzi?"
"Yes. Very scary."
After this commenced some exploring of the hotel done by both Dylan and me. We foraged up some food, including tacos and Poptarts. The Flock let us eat for a few minutes before peppering us with questions.
"Why'd it take you so long to get here?" demanded Nudge.
I swallowed before replying with, "Well, we got lost a couple times, we had to hunt for food the last couple days, both of which took up time, and neither Dylan nor I are exactly fast flyers."
"What's you do on the trip?" asked Gazzy.
Dylan talked for me. "Well, we would start the day by Spark getting up, as I kept watch, then we'd hunt for food and fly off. Spark would transform into a Utahraptor, and I would ride her when I was tired. I'd sleep while she was flying, although I'd have to feed her. A bit after sunset we would crash down somewhere that I'd find using my farsight, and Spark would go back to human form and fall asleep. Neither of us got much rest these past few days."
I clapped. "Nice monologue," I praised. He gave me a funny look.
"Farsight?" Angel wondered, "What's that?"
Oh. They didn't know about Dylan's new ability.
"Well, Dylan can see stuff that's far away, without seeing it happen," I explained, "Sometimes, even in the future!"
The Flock and Jeb oohed and aahed. Having finished my meal, I was tired again. Sleep deprivation was catching up to me again. I yawned.
Jeb noticed this and pointed to a door. "That room's empty," he said.
I nodded blearily before stumbling into the room. I barely got to the bed before I fell asleep.
Well, I'm updating sooner than last time! Woot!
Sadly, this story will come to an end soon. The plot cannot continue forever. But I assure you, there will be something major coming up…. –cackles-….
But you don't get to know until it actually happens! :D
So… anyway, I think after the story is completed, I'll make a chapter for any questions you have about this! Send 'em in!
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