Zeydaan's First Flight

Up and up and up into the Wild Blue Yonder Zeydaan ascending on her magic broomstick.

I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflying!

Around them, her draconic café coworkers flew, encouraging them. Well, mostly encouraging.

"Hey Zee, what's up with that superhero get-up you're wearing? I read comic books too, but assure you you don't need to wear tights to fly!" Blue the Perhaps Excessively Scottish Dragon shouted over the sound of wind ripping her ears.

"It's my uniform for this new group me and my other friends have put together, the Hawkmoths," they tried to explain.

"That still sounds super-hero-y to me," Blue tried to shrug, but with her wings coming out of her shoulder blades, that proved difficult. It mostly just caused her to wobble erratically.

Amrin, whose flying was purely magical and wingless, was capable of remaining close to Zey throughout her journey into the sky, just like she'd been the emotionally closest and most supportive of Zeydaan the sad confused werewolf slowly transitioning into the identity of Isabella the fellow dragongirl. "Ignore her dear. She's not completely wrong; you DO look a bit 'super-hero-y' as she put, but I think you look dashing,"

"HAHAHAHAHAH LOSERS EAT MY CONTRAILS!" Blaze the valstrax shrieked as she zoomed past, dangerously close, rays of purple energy expelled from her wings propelling her through the air as breakneck speeds. Within seconds she was already a glowing dot far above the rest of them.

"Looks like Blaze is blasting off again," Blue grumbled, try to hide her obvious jealously. Amrin sighed. "Let her cut loose. From her perspective, she lives in a world of snails. After least she no longer tries to cook things faster by turning the oven heat up several hundred extra degrees." Blaze's bright spot wavered, then gradually lowered itself back down to the level of everyone else.

"This is Captain Blaze speaking. We've reached a cruising altitude of 10,000 feet. A small tasteless snack will be served shortly."

She looked at the others, but only Zeydaan chuckled. She stuck her tongue out. Blue wobbled/shrugged again. "I know that that's a commercial airplane joke from watching movies, but when you've got your own wings, they're pretty redundant. Also, they still need new seats to accommodate non-humans. Why would YOU, Miss Gotta-Go-Fast!, even ever fly in a plane yourself?"

"I just wanted to know what it was like for non-dragons, how much it would probably suck. And it did. So, it made me appreciate myself even more." Blaze lazily did a few allerion rolls. Zey's broom wobbled as one roll ended up with Blaze uncomfortably close yet again.

"Whoa, careful please!" Zee begged as she tried to get back full control. "Ugh!" Blue suddenly yelled, swooping in as close as she dared. "Why are you on a broom, Zey? Fly! Fly, like the rest of us!"

"I, um, can't!" Zey admitted unhappily. "My wings aren't strong enough. I can only glide."

"Not strong enough yet," Amrin suggested. "Only glide so far. I don't have wings at all. Yours are magical as well, extensions of your will and power, not your body. If not today, then certainly possibly someday, you will fly properly."

"If ye can glide, why not ditch the broom and glide then? We're high enough up for a good long glide." Blue suggested.

"Mmmmmaybe," Zey said in a very 'HELL NO' kind of way, clutching the broomstick's shaft even more ferociously, legs wrapped hard around the straw brush.

"I can see your wings, all folded up under your cloak!" Blue said. "C'mon, take your cloak off and spread'em!" she cajoled. Amrin glided in between them.

"If Zee is not ready yet, she’s not ready yet," she said firmly. Blaze and Blue rolled their eyes a little but backed off. The group hung around like that for a some time, two miles in the skies above the city of Mailor, passing through layers of moist white clouds from as she did so. Then, Blaze started to get stir-crazy again. She dropped down a bit, then blasted back up, powerfully.

Too close.

Zeydaan had re-relaxed her grip, and Blaze's burning purple wake shook them free entirely.

Werewolfdragon and broom both dropped, down and away from each other. She couldn't hear her own screaming over the sound of wind in her ears, but the pain in her throat told them how loud her terror was. An odd sort of instinct kicked in, and muscles that were more mental than physical 'flexed' all along her upper back. There was a powerful, painful, jolt and she found her plummet, if not entirely arrested, slowed down considerably. Zee flailed with five of her limbs, while the other four remained rigid, fully extended and catching the wind.

Wait, what?

Craning her neck Zey saw a quartet of moth-like wings of pure pink solid magic energy extending out from them.

"I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflyingI'mREALLYflying! Well, I'm gliding, but naw screw that, I'mflyingI'mflyingI'mflying!" The terror that had so totally consumed Zeydaan mere seconds ago was replaced with delight. She screamed again, but quite differently. "WHEEEEEEEEEE!"

Blue was suddenly right next to them, no doubt having folded up her own wings and dived. "OH SHIT ARE YOU OKAY!?"

"I'M FLYING! WHEEE!" Blue blinked. Several times in fact. then she grinned.

"Well, gliding, but naw, screw that! You're flying! Here, turn your body a little, like this, follow me, and we'll spiral back down, nice and slow!" Blaze and Amrin blurred into existence next to Zey.

"I'M SO SORRY ARE YOU OKAY!?" it was hard to see Blaze eyes' under her aviator goggles, but IzZey thought she appeared panicked. "Oh, you're fine, you're fine!" Amrin practically moaned in relief when she saw Zeydaan. Then she turned towards Blaze.

"PREPARE TO SPEND THE NEXT WEEK SCRUBBING THE TOILETS CLEAN WITH A FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH FOR THAT LITTLE STUNT!" she screamed in the nastiest voice Zeydaan had ever heard her speak with. Blaze cringed. The wolf-dragon barely even noticed the drama. "WHEEEEEEE!" Wings spread, Zeydaan Isabella had fledged!