Mother Like Mine

The young raptor's beak fell open in awe as he followed her paw up to the clouds overhead, her explanation bringing new insight to the clouds he hoped he could one day climb. "There's water up there too?" He gasped, blinking hard past the mist and imagining the life cycle of the water as she told it, but up in the sky. "Do you think if you could touch the clouds, that they'd be wet?"

Zephyr's head tilted, his vulture-like neck craning this way and back as he surveyed the light and fluffy plumes of white and imagined what he might feel if he could fly through them. "Ooh! If I shook one, would it rain on us? Because then when I get big and can fly, I can make it rain whenever the Hallows needs it! Or kick away the clouds when we want sun and not rain." The raptor's talons kicked out playfully beneath him in his imaginings, though the dampness of the stones beneath him made rebalancing harder than he'd anticipated.

His wings extended instinctively to try and brace his fall but before he could even think to panic and drown, he found himself secure once more in his guardian's hold. "Thanks." Zeph peeped apologetically, giving her a sheepish grin. "Maybe I'll be better at flying than at walking."

"Zephyr"