A Step in the Flight Direction [Closed]

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In the City, near one of Sherry's many hiding spots (safe until her parents decided to plug some kind of tracking device into her), a little girl and a little bird boy stood atop of a two-story whitewashed building. There really, logically, wasn't any reason for Sherry to be up here with him. But she knew, she just knew, that if she was down below, calling encouragement, Komali would probably never jump down.

Not that she blamed him, but as someone without wings, it was probably better that she didn't go flinging herself off of buildings. "It really isn't even that far down," she urged.

"I bet you won't even hit the ground."

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She nodded, fine, fine. Apologies and more lectures she could handle. Even the grounding she could handle (more time by herself? Perish the thought!), even though it would a bit boring, and she'd have to sneak off to make sure Vega got his class notes.

At least she could study in relative peace, then.

Her mother would probably not be pleased, and Sherry wrinkled her nose at just how long the lecture would be. Maybe she could recite the periodic table in her head if Claire got a little long-winded. "I didn't kick him off, I nudged him off." She put her hands out and pushed the air gently. "His balance is made of crap. But I'll apologize." A pause. "And I'll mean it."