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[img]https://i.imgur.com/fcdRxkv.png[/img][h3][color=A9BA9D]Group 5[/color]
[color=A9BA9D]Location:[/color] Flying Train || [color=A9BA9D]Action:[/color] Flying on a Train --> Enjoying Flying on his Own --> Meeting new people || [color=A9BA9D]Mood:[/color] Enjoyment --> Ennui --> Surprise --> Happy[/h3][color=A9BA9D]Interacting with:[/color] Golden Star-Things [@Mae], (Sinead Argent [@Orpheus], Druuk [@Duskshine749])
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Minutes passed with Michael standing there on the edge of the train, arms spread in the wind and his eyes closed. In his mind he was a great beast with wings the size of continents that flew between worlds. His dream faded however, as his body all too quickly figured out that there was a difference between 'flying' and 'being flown.' With this unpleasant realization, his euphoria finally fell out of his grasp, and Michael opened his eyes again. Sighting, he sat down with his legs hanging over the edge of the train. He was still smiling at the corners of his lips, he was still in love the feel of air, but he was no longer high on it. He looked at the stars that had offered him such a distinct eupnea, and slowly opened his mouth to ask a question that had been pestering him, even when he was an interplanar skybeast. [color=A9BA9D]"So, uh, what are you?"[/color] He asked all of them at once.

They spun around each other in small circles as they climbed above Michael, dancing a feet above his head.

[center][color=gold]"We shine and we sing."
"We watch from the skies."
"We see all things from below."
"We see all the sadness."
"We see all the joy."
"We shine! we shine! we shine!"
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They sang out in harmonious chimes, spinning and chanting. Suddenly they darted in front of Michael's eyes, and he felt their soothing warmth at his shoulders.

[center][color=gold]"Fly with us!"[/color][/center] 

They sang. Michael's eyes went wide as he realized what they were offering. Or, at least, he was pretty sure they were offering. He took a deep breath. [color=A9BA9D]"Wh-what do you mean, fly with you?"[/color] He asked, feeling like he might be acting a little stupid for doing so, but this wasn't exactly an everyday kind of offer. [color=A9BA9D]"Also, how?"[/color]

[center][color=gold]"It's easy if you try."[/color][/center]

They shone and span, and Michael began to feel lighter and lighter, realizing his shoulders were now covered in a glowing golden dust.  

[center][color=gold]"Up up up!"[/color]
[color=gold]"Just think up!"[/color]
[color=gold]"Feel the sky![/color][/center]

Michael didn't quite understand, but he gave it a try. [i]Up,[/i] he thought tenatively, and his feet detached from the roof the car. [color=A9BA9D]"Holy shit..."[/color] He looked down at his feet for a second, then back up at the starthings. [color=A9BA9D]"Thank you,"[/color] was all he could think to say. He tried thinking in other directions, and moved in those ones too. In no time Michael was flying around above the train, getting comfortable with the new kinds of motion he was experiencing. He was a quick learner, and in no time he was practicing swoops in the air. He stopped when he passed by a window and saw someone in one of the metal boxes.

He flew himself up behind Sinead as she peaked inside Druuk's car and cleared his throat politely, trying to get her attention without scaring her. Forgetting the fact he was flying.