Wakfu Wings

Lake "Fun!"

The next day, Yugo felt better.
He portaled out of bed, portaled his hat on his head, was basically using portals the whole time as he made his way down the stairs, portaling his every step.
When me landed on the floor, he doubled over in intense pain.
Something had messed up his stomach.

"Ah!" he clenched his teeth in upmost pain. Stomach aches were the absolute worst to him, and he would rather be torn apart than have another one. (Me rn, having the absolute worst stomach aches for no reason >:( anyways-)
Of course, he ended up limping to the table, feeling like he had been tossed around like a rag doll, and he had indeed experienced something like that.
He guessed the portals (if used to much after his head recovered) could make him experience motion sickness easier from his portals until it went away.

"I'm okay." he said, still partially holding his breath, as if he were to let it out, he would explode, or his stomach would do more, dramatic spins that he didn't need. Ruel laughed, "I guess too much portaling DOES cause you to get sick!"
Adamai butt in, "Be more careful Yugo! That was over a hundred in a minute. Any more and you could completely drain yourself." Yugo nodded, still curled up in a chair and whimpering slightly. He felt a pat on the back, but he didn't know who dared touch him in such a vulnerable state.

Yugo remembered something, and he stood up on his chair, the extra height making him slightly more intimidating as the others shrink back from his form. "I remember!" He points out, "I'm supposed to be mad at you guys!"
He huffed, crossed his arms, and left as everybody chased after him. "We're sorry!" everyone shouted after him, but it was too late. He had already gone.

He chose to teleport to the lake nearby to wash off, as it was the best decision for privacy and a break. He dives in from a high portal, face first into the water, hat coming off.
He doesn't seem to mind, choosing to pick it up and play with it like a normal child his age should. Az, who was in the hat, chirped happily as the two played, at peace.

"Yugo!!" a voice called, and he turned to see Amalia run up to him. Everything stopped, or it felt like it was in slow motion. Yugo dropped his hat, a single tear falling from his cheek as he snatched Az out of the air and portaled away, leaving the blue fabric that once rested on his head behind.
"Wait!!" Amalia screamed after him, but it was too late. He was too far gone. "I won't tell anyone!" She reassured to the air, not positive if he had gone. There was no reply. No answer. Not even a rustle in the trees. Nothing.

Yugo was shaking in his brother's arms in under a minute, hatless and alone. Just the two of them, embracing each other as the blonde cried. Adamai whispering comforting memories with his brother as the latter sobbed into his shoulder.
"What happened, anyway?" Adamai asked, ignoring the obvious answer. He didn't want to point out, "Hey look! You have wings! So cool!" because it wasn't the right time. One wrong move, and the already fragile Yugo would burst into tears again.

Yugo pointed to his head, explaining, "Amalia saw them on accident. To be honest, I wish they weren't there." With that, Adamai shoved his brother's face back into his shoulder, making sure to play with his hair as the blue Eliatrope hat dried out from the river water.
Az, who was currently resting on the wet hat, made his way over the two, stuffing himself in one of the boy's vibrant yellow pockets for warmth, as it seemed Yugo wouldn't be getting up any time soon. The child was too weak to do so, but if he was able to, Adamai wouldn't have allowed it.

"You should probably tell them separately, then sum them all up together for questions." Adamai pointed out, breaking the once comfortable silence. Yugo nodded, "I'll let them all find out for themselves. Then, when I'm sure all of them know, I'll make sure to properly introduce them to my wings."
Adamai sighed approvingly, and when Yugo tried to get up, his grip turned to steel. "Where do you have to go at the moment?" He asked. Yugo paused. "I thought so." Adamai said pointedly, and Yugo huffed in slight annoyance.

They stayed like that for hours on end as everyone searched for them feverishly. Yugo's hat had long since dried out, but the Eliatrope king had decided to take a break from its devilish cat ears and leave it in the laundry as he chatted and chilled with Adamai.
They were both close, but this experience seemed to make them both closer, as Adamai now knew his biggest secret that very few seemed to know. Only him, Ruel, Alibert, and the newest addition, Amalia, knew now.

It wasn't much, but it was something to keep track of.
Yugo would probably loose sanity otherwise, as everyone (most of his friends) had just found about his deepest, darkest secret.
Who wouldn't be paranoid?

Apparently, Adamai, because he looked like a tofu in a nice patch of sunlight (Tofu's are like cats, they like sunlight and take often, calming naps) as there was nothing tense about him. Yugo studied himself, looking down at his sitting form.
His legs were shorter than they were supposed to be (along with the rest of his body), but there was nothing he could do. He still aged slower.

"I'm going to have to tell them eventually..." he mutters to himself, catching Adamai's attention, although the dragon pretended not to notice.
"I'll go crazy by the time I tell them willingly, and if I keep making mistakes, I could be on much worse terms..." Adamai still hadn't spoken yet. Everything was peaceful, but even that made Yugo jittery. Restless.

Yugo's leg moved slightly. Back and forth. Back and forth. Over and over again, trying to get any sort of energy out. Yugo was on a hill with his brother, looking down at the whole town.
In a moment of boredom, he made portals, making sure to pace himself, but exercise his warp abilities. He didn't want to end up with another stomachache, and he definitely didn't want his wakfu to fade. It wasn't good for 'young' Eliatropes.

Yugo stood up reputably, shocking Adamai as he started to pace. The poor guy had bags under his eyes, and the dragon didn't understand why he would want to do so, wasting necessary energy to do so.
"So-" the boy started, brother listening closely, "I heard it isn't good to lie, and can make you sick." (This is actually true, but don't stress because that's the only thing it really does- makes you stressed, tired and paranoid)

Adamai's head cocked to the side, "Where did you even hear this from?" Yugo shrugged, continuing, "I'm worried about lying about my wings will make me sick and I'll die before I get to tell them the truth."
This, of course, wasn't something that would happen. You couldn't die by elevated stress levels. Only a heart attack would do so, and it probably wouldn't happen to a child/teen. This went on deaf ears, because all the boy had left was a bad case of paranoia, secrets, and friends (not to mention his family).

It was his responsibility if the Eliatrope children survived- he was their king! He had to make sure everything was perfect for their arrival, and that nobody would disagree with the arrangements. There was no room for the children on the world of twelve, as he had liked to call it, earth.
There was no place for the children specifically, and it wasn't like the kingdoms would take in teleporting children with parental issues and a child king with no queen.

Yugo vented all of this to Adamai, who's only job was to support him. Adamai's real job was to protect everyone while Yugo made plans and governed his people, but there was nobody to fight, so he opted for this instead, because he knew the blonde would feel useless if he let his brother do all of the work.

Eventually, the dragon managed to convince the young king to go to bed, and with that, he joined him in the room next door.