The spirit of Devfronds

4. A Long Talk And A Longer Fly

Previously:

The sunlight reflected off his father's wings and his mother's deep purple wings looked like they could fly miles. Soon enough his chair moved forward, moving as smoothly as if it had wings too.

And they took off into the endless sky...

His mother was right. He and dad bickered all the way. 

Calvin didn't know how to describe the feeling of soaring endlessly through the sky. It was scary, to say at least. The only thing that was preventing him from face planting straight into the Earth and becoming Calvin pickle were his hands that were clutching tightly on the smooth and frictionless handles of his seat.

He closed his eyes and imagined he was on a roller coaster with proper belts and safety equipments and definitely not so high in the sky. It worked, a little, but Calvin's heart still knocked hard into his ribcage.

If you guys ever go Chair Riding into the air, Calvin gave it zero stars. Would not recommend. 

In the beginning, they didn't talk at all, partly because the wind was whistling loudly in their ears and partly because both his parents were busy enjoying spreading their wings after fifteen years. 

The look on their face was pure bliss, even more pure than Calvin's face when he eats chocolate (and that's a hard record to break).

But he could understand. He had been on bed rest once for one month. After coming out of bed, and being announced ready to go he sprinted joyfully and at full across the road. It didn't matter all his feet muscles were aching and hurting from days of unuse, it was the best feeling ever.

However, he was a little alarmed that both his parents had their eyes closed. What if they ran into a plane? 

'That's illogical, idiot.' A voice in his mind said. A female voice, for some reason. 'Wouldn't they hear a plane anywhere near them and open their eyes?' 

Calvin wasn't bothered by the voice. He tended to talk to himself a lot. In different voices too.

Once they were well above the clouds, the whistling quieted down. They definitely shouldn't be able to breath this high in the air, but they did. 

Once they slowed down, he asked, "So, since dad's a fairy, and mom's an angel, what am I?"

"Don't know. Sometimes, its fairy, sometimes angel. Depends on whose genes the child had got. Sometime, it's a mixture of fairy and angel."

"How so?"

"Well, you could have angel wings, but fairy magic, or fairy wings and angel senses." His dad said.

"Angel senses?" He had never seen his mother do anything with her senses. Admitted, it was barely half a day, but point remains. 

"Angel's tend to have a sixth sense about stuff. For example, if the food's burning, I could have a bad feeling and come and salvage it before it all goes up in fire." His mom explained. 

"Your mom...she had a feeling that I was going to propose the day I was going to. Spoilt the entire surprise." His dad grumbled. 

"Well, you weren't excatly subtle about it. Besides I have my spys everywhere." His mom said with a superior smirk.

"Mathew sniched, didn't he?"

"He may or may not have..." his mom said. 

"Why that son of a...sorry Calvin."