"If he loves you too, he'll stay. If you two truly belong together, then you have nothing to worry about."
These words kept on repeating in the back of his mind as he stood on the balcony, his eyes were fixed on what lay beyond.. the woods that were surrounding Hood's territory. He had his wings sprout out as he felt the breeze flatter them.
Looking at his wings, even without the fire, they still held the goldish red color. The actual wing was golden but the few feathers that were at the bottom were red, underlining with the golden color, making a beautiful contrast.
He dropped them, after having enough of the observation of these wings, he turned his head to look at the woods again. He wanted to fly over there and hover around. How hard could it be? It was just flying.. similar to the air floating he was used to doing, right? So flying was not going to be that big of a deal.
