"I will so hit the ground," Komali whined, peering over at the distance nervously. It seemed much, much farther form here than it had from the ground. He looked back at Sherry doubtfully, but she was making that face and he spread his wings anyways. Folded in on themselves and hanging from his arms, they didn't amount to much, but held out away from his body this way, his wingspan was longer than he was tall, and the same rich brown on the underside as his facial feathers, "...You better not leave me there, when I fall and die."

Sherry could make the most terrifying faces. If she was anything like her mom, Komali didn't envy Captain Kennedy at all.