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The Hungry Earth

The sound of knocking brought Haylen out of his peaceful soaring. The Tardis must've projected the noise through the air to him, because there was no way that he could rightly hear such a quiet sound over the rush of the wind as he flew through it. He brought his gaze to the ground, and was surprised to find it so far away.

Ever since he'd figured out how to, he hadn't wanted to spend a moment longer than absolutely necessary on the ground. Which was why it wasn't at all surprising to find him in this particular room in the Tardis. She'd helpfully left it beside his old room, and, after three days of choosing this one over his old one, she'd simply replaced it.

It was a strange room, or so it seemed to Haylen. The way that the modern areas, and the doors that led to those different places (like the wardrobe, the bathroom, and the corridor that led out of his room) were such a departure from the natural form of the rest of the room was a stark difference to say the least. It hadn't failed to leave him blinking in shock at the differences yet, but as he slowly became accustomed to it, he had come to realise that he was much more comfortable in his own spaces.

That wasn't to say that he was uncomfortable in the Tardis. That wasn't possible. They talked often. In fact, if he wasn't much mistaken, he talked to the Tardis almost more often than he did the Doctor. He was sure that they'd all been giving him space to get used to the ways his body had changed, and he could only be grateful. The first time he'd gone through any changes in his body, it hadn't been pleasant for anyone.

'Hay?' Amy's voice called through the air. Haylen sighed, making his way back down to the ground. He loved his sister, and as guilty as he felt that she'd changed her actions because of him, he was still pleased that she'd taken his words into consideration. There was a tiny piece of him that felt bad that he'd been the reason that she was holding herself back, but on the other hand, he wasn't sure how she would react to seeing him moving through the air more comfortably than he had ever done on the ground.

He landed with several steadying wing beats. It was a much more co-ordinated movement than the way he'd landed that first time, and he was glad for it. It seemed like flying really was mostly instinct, or at least it was for him.

He strode over to the door and pulled it open just as Amy stopped being hesitant and started hammering on the other side unrelentingly. He stepped back to avoid being subjected to the same treatment as the door, and tilted his head to the side as he looked her over.

She was dressed strangely.

He frowned at her, wondering why she'd chosen such a thin outfit. Sure, she liked to wear less than a lot of people seemed to like, but normally she at least wore enough to keep out the weather.

'Come on!' Amy said, excitement leaking out of her very being. 'The Doctor's taking us to Rio!'

Haylen blinked at her blankly. Why would he do that, he wondered. Was there something in Rio that was interesting to the other alien?

'Is that why you're wearing less clothing than normal?' he asked as he looked back into her eyes.

Her cheeks went pink, and Haylen tilted his head the other direction again. Had he said something wrong? He didn't mean to.

'Uh, yeah. Rio's hotter than England, remember?' Amy asked, her tone stilted. Haylen wondered if he'd embarrassed her. He didn't know what he'd done to make her feel that way, which made it difficult to know what not to say in the future.

'Yes,' Haylen said, nodding as he did. He did remember learning about the other country, especially since it had been on Amy's list for holidays she'd like to take one day. That thought made him wonder if this trip was because of his sister. Had she made a request?