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[img]https://i.imgur.com/fcdRxkv.png[/img][h3][color=A9BA9D]Group 5[/color]
[color=A9BA9D]Location:[/color] On Top of a Flying Train || [color=A9BA9D]Action:[/color] Gawking at the surroundings --> Talking to Faeries(?) || [color=A9BA9D]Mood:[/color] Exhilarated --> Worried --> Enjoyment[/h3][color=A9BA9D]Interacting with:[/color] Faeries [@Mae]
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Michael was flying. Standing on top of a giant metal box and [i]flying[/i]. It was... This one moment alone trumped his whole life to this point. He had been married to a woman that he loved and that was nothing compared to the wind flowing through his hair, over his skin, filling his ears and setting his senses on fire. Michael laughed into the sky and held his arms out wide into the wind, feeling it push on him just a little bit. The feeling just made the whole moment feel even more amazing. The world fell away below him, revealing to him all its color and majesty. Blue and white-tipped mountains rose on the horizon, floating islands with waterfalls that somehow never ran dry, patches of rainbow forests, lakes, all of which extended just as far away as the wall did up. It was beautiful. Michael felt like he was king of the sky, like he was born to live above the clouds. He embraced the cool moisture as the faeries took them up through a small cloud, and smiled when he opened his damp eyes to the sky within the sky. Michael felt like lightning, ready to streak through the sky.

Michael felt like Death, ready to sweep down on his prey.

That last feeling made Michael stop short in his enjoyment of flying. That was... He swallowed, and forced his attention to the yellow orbs flying around his head. [color=A9BA9D]"Hey,"[/color] he shouted over the wind. [color=A9BA9D]"Mind if I ask what, uhm, what you mean by blessing me?"[/color]

The little orbs giggled, as they'd been doing alot as they had been watching Michael, and darted across his face like tiny delicate fireworks.

[center][color=gold]"Nothing to worry about, little one."
"We will come to your aid."
"We will protect you."
"Yes we will."
"Safe up here, though."
"Stay up here with us!"[/color][/center]

Michael looked at the little sparkles and came to realise that they weren't just glowing orbs as he origionally thought, but tiny little stars. He thought about their offer for a long moment, and turned back at the landscape again. It ripped his breath away like a tiger rips away its prey's throat.

[color=A9BA9D]"I... I might have to take you up on that. Flying... Seeing the world like this... It's amazing,"[/color] he breathed, watching the world fade away into the great blue yonder. He walked up to the edge of the train, closed his eyes, and held his arms out in the wind. It was still amazing, even if he was guarding against some of the feelings he felt at first. He wasn't going to let his instincts make him pretend he was something he was not.