Open skies (Open)
Feb 22, 2014 11:27:14 GMT -5
Post by Raylaigh Hawthorne on Feb 22, 2014 11:27:14 GMT -5
The alarm went off late reminding Raylaigh that sleeping until noon even on the weekends was not acceptable. It was partially his fault for letting himself stay up until odd hours of the night doing absolutely nothing productive on the internet. He stretched out and with a sigh rolled himself out of bed and crossed the room to dismiss his alarm. It was only a little after ten and Ray yawned and opened his blinds to the bright sky. He smiled widely at the sunny sky and went to his computer and pulled up the weather. It was supposed to be warm! This was fantastic! Ray stripped from his pajamas and hopped into a pair of jeans. It took a little bit of a struggle to pull the pant legs up and over his wings so that they weren’t stuck up the pant leg. He hopped a bit and nearly fell before he figured it was safer to do so sitting rather than standing. He lifted his feet a little as he fluttered his wings and smiled. The feeling of the air on his feathers was always uplifting.
He giggled and settled the dual pairs back to rest as he reached for his shoes and laced them up. He jumped to his feet pulling on a tee shirt and zipped up his dark jacket. He grabbed his keys, ran into the side of his desk, cursed, and finally made it out the door. He started down the hall two steps before he took an abrupt turn back. Raylaigh was back in and out of his room like a whirlwind and this time when he left his ipod was in hand. Ray trotted down the stairs holding his wings tightly against his legs and angled up to avoid dragging and potentially tangling his own legs in them and taking a spill down the stairs. Outside he put his earbuds in and set his ipod to his techno playlist. He felt his spirits lifted almost immediately and launched himself skyward leaving a little puff of dust in his wake. He laughed aloud and put his arms out as he kicked himself into a loop. The momentary weightlessness caused him to whoop in delight and he finally righted himself and started moving in a gliding motion.
When he wasn’t training to fly he loved just to do it. Some people loathed training with their power but Raylaigh wanted to get better and he loved nothing more than seeing what he could do. His trainer didn’t usually let him just do a lot of fun things though and he took a sort of jump and his wings propelled him upward. He still didn’t know how these miniature things did anything to help him fly but he knew without them he couldn’t fly. He dove like he was swimming and kicked his feet and sent himself spiraling in a streamline. Dizziness caught him and he had to straighten out and fly horizontally. He could go faster this way, but it was harder to steer and carefully he righted himself and allowed air resistance to slow him down and he hovered for a moment panting. His stomach growled, definitely food time. The flier glided off and slowed significantly when he came near the ground. Landing was always hard, he could either stop completely or do a running stop, neither of which he was good at.
He folded his wings against his feet and dropped the last few inches to the ground the forward momentum pushing him forward. Instinctively his wings opened to slow him but his other foot also came forward to catch his forward progress and the wing of one foot met the other foot and Raylaigh tripped forward. He windmilled his arms as he tried to catch his balance and was able to only go down to one knee and his hands. He popped back up and did a quick glance to make sure no one had seen and laughed for the benefit of those who did and waved, saying, “I’m okay!” He brushed off his hands and went into the main building to the cafeteria. He loved weekend with the breakfast food all the way until lunch. He piled his plate with eggs and a few sausage links and a biscuit. He looked out over the cafeteria and look up residence at an empty table and started to eat, he really wanted to get back outside and fly some more.
He giggled and settled the dual pairs back to rest as he reached for his shoes and laced them up. He jumped to his feet pulling on a tee shirt and zipped up his dark jacket. He grabbed his keys, ran into the side of his desk, cursed, and finally made it out the door. He started down the hall two steps before he took an abrupt turn back. Raylaigh was back in and out of his room like a whirlwind and this time when he left his ipod was in hand. Ray trotted down the stairs holding his wings tightly against his legs and angled up to avoid dragging and potentially tangling his own legs in them and taking a spill down the stairs. Outside he put his earbuds in and set his ipod to his techno playlist. He felt his spirits lifted almost immediately and launched himself skyward leaving a little puff of dust in his wake. He laughed aloud and put his arms out as he kicked himself into a loop. The momentary weightlessness caused him to whoop in delight and he finally righted himself and started moving in a gliding motion.
When he wasn’t training to fly he loved just to do it. Some people loathed training with their power but Raylaigh wanted to get better and he loved nothing more than seeing what he could do. His trainer didn’t usually let him just do a lot of fun things though and he took a sort of jump and his wings propelled him upward. He still didn’t know how these miniature things did anything to help him fly but he knew without them he couldn’t fly. He dove like he was swimming and kicked his feet and sent himself spiraling in a streamline. Dizziness caught him and he had to straighten out and fly horizontally. He could go faster this way, but it was harder to steer and carefully he righted himself and allowed air resistance to slow him down and he hovered for a moment panting. His stomach growled, definitely food time. The flier glided off and slowed significantly when he came near the ground. Landing was always hard, he could either stop completely or do a running stop, neither of which he was good at.
He folded his wings against his feet and dropped the last few inches to the ground the forward momentum pushing him forward. Instinctively his wings opened to slow him but his other foot also came forward to catch his forward progress and the wing of one foot met the other foot and Raylaigh tripped forward. He windmilled his arms as he tried to catch his balance and was able to only go down to one knee and his hands. He popped back up and did a quick glance to make sure no one had seen and laughed for the benefit of those who did and waved, saying, “I’m okay!” He brushed off his hands and went into the main building to the cafeteria. He loved weekend with the breakfast food all the way until lunch. He piled his plate with eggs and a few sausage links and a biscuit. He looked out over the cafeteria and look up residence at an empty table and started to eat, he really wanted to get back outside and fly some more.