MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
Hikari was currently walking through the swamp, his children sitting upon his back as he looked for a high place.
The cycles had passed blindingly quickly, and both he and the chicks had grown. He had become ever more beautiful, pristine white feathers replacing the soft brown down of his childhood. At the moment, the tips of his wing and head feathers had been tinted a brilliant blue, courtesy of the berries he had found a bit back.
He had long since felt the urge in his wings to fly, ever since he had begun to grow larger than the chicks. However, Hikari had ignored it--there was no room in his life to learn to fly, not when he was exploring the swamp and taking care of the chicks.
Now, however, things were different. Although it was merely a guess, he thought that the chicks were beginning to feel that urge, too. They needed to learn to fly; and so did he.
There, in the trees--a broken stump, a tree destroyed by some unknown thing. It was not low enough that one of the chicks' size couldn't take off from it, but not high enough that Hikari could not reach it. It was perfect.
@Game Master Dark
(doubt this is how it works lmao)