Above the Clouds: Night

Chapter One: My friend flock

A/N Quick a/n here, this story is still really rough around the edges and will be for a while. I've done the best I can for now!

.::..:<Avery's P.o.V>:..::.

I glided into a cloud, using the thicker density to anchor my wings. Gazing at the ancient, gnarled sequoia, I observed the buzz of activity around it. The sequoia was my hideaway: only me, my mother and a few close friends knew of my love of it, making it ideal. It was one of my many favourite haunts that I was a regular for visiting.

I beat my feathered wings once, twice, three times. All it took to scatter wisps of cloud and mask my descent to the tree.

I turned, a thunderstorm of wing beats audible behind me. My friends Sonnaya, Terence, Vivian and Mistrival were making their way to the sequoia.

I smiled to myself. My friends didn't know the meaning of quiet, except Vivian.

Sonnaya was the loudest. When she had an opinion, everyone knew. She loved to stand out, and would go out of her way to do so. Golden blonde, long, narrow wings made for more stability but less manoeuvrability. Sonnaya didn't fly. She shone.

Terence was the only guy in our group. He adored activity, and with shorter, narrower wings than Sonnaya, he could dodge and spin quicker than the rest of my friends. He needed all the muscles and food he could get though, as it took more energy to do so. He had dark blue wings, and we joked that on a night, if he wasn't so quick in the air, he'd fly into owls. He blended with the sky so well.

Vivian was quieter, calmer, but much less easily shaken. She had light blue wings, and was Terence's sister, giving her the same wing shape. her were slightly longer, and slightly more stable, much like her personality. The sequoia was her favourite place, as she felt the same with nature as Terence did with movement. Her dark skin, rather than clashing, complemented her pastel wings perfectly. Vivian was always on the edge of the excitement rather than the centre, but she listened. She observed.

Mistrival was creative. Her starling wings were almost always covered in human paints and dyes, with a few of angel make too. Today was no exception. The blackish blue colour was also scattered with red, green, and blue, indicating that at some point she'd let her 'must paint colour shapes lines shades tones CREATE' side out. We all said she had cccapd : crazy compulsive creating and painting disorder. The way she said it was more like 'see see see app der'. Not that she said it that much. Mistrival was almost as unshaken as Vivian, mostly so she could paint without distraction.

You're probably wondering why I went from coloured wings to bird wings. Time for a wing biology lesson.

Thousands of years ago, there was one type of wing: bird wings, to be exact. Each angel family was a type of bird, which caused complications when different birds fell in love. Back then, there were very strict rules about humans not seeing angels: but one day, there was a rebellion and 11 angel families went down to earth to see humans. They're known now as the Fallen Angels. They went to earth, and fell in love with humans: everything was fine until the 11th angel family went... bad. People say they weren't fallen angels, but were still falling. The angels who had stayed out of earth decided enough was enough, and the 11th family was banished. After that, the 10 last Fallen Angel families left earth but they already had new arrivals on the way. When the human/ angel children were hatched, their wings were colours, each unique to the angel, but with none of the patterns of birds. The colours were still amazing: instead of stripes and markings, there were colours like the northern lights, there were colours that had varied shade and tone, and swirls and lightning bolts of other colours, each different. Nowadays, single block colours were more common than patterns or bird wings. Even shape was different: bird wing families obviously were shaped like their specific species while colours of wings were related to the type of birds their families originated from. Coloured wings were now more common, and bird wings usually befriended other bird wings, and vice versa to colours. Mistrival was shunned: her family was one of the last starling wing families left, and while others showed respect around her, they were jealous to the point of hatred. Poor Mistrival retreated into her art. My friends and I are the only people she can come out around.

And me? I was a mix. My wings were shaped like that of a Laggar Falcon, my family was the last like that. My family was also the last to have wing colours like it.

The base colour of my feathers was a dark blue, shifting to black and purple. They were specked with light green, white, sky blue, azure, yellow and red. Across their length was an aurora of emerald, white, and more azure, making them look like a mix of the night sky in space and the northern lights, or Aurorae Borealis. They were unique to my family only, making me centre of even more envy than Mistrival.

My 'flock of friends' as I sometimes referred to them as, arrived. Sonnaya's laughter reached me first: she'd wiped some red dye off Mistrival's wings and had painted hers and Vivian's faces with it.

'HIYA! I'm going to war look!' did I mention how childish Sonnaya could be?

Greetings were exchanged. Terence whizzed around the group, his way of asking to be asked for a race. I was the only one with good chance of beating him. I often did. Vivian gave me a rare beaming smile, her wings glinting happily as she turned her eyes on the ancient sequoia. Mistrival had given an unusually perky hi, and I guessed she had either finished a painting or got new dyes or paper. It always cheered her.

'Guys! How'd you know I was here?' I asked playfully.

'Girl please. This is like, you're favourite place. One of them anyway,' Sonnaya laughed.

'Sonny, don't tell me you went to all of my ''favourite places''' I joked, knowing that it would have taken too long.

'I offered to whizz around and check them all, but they thought it might take too long.' Terence said with mock sadnes 'I offered to paint them to help him remember what they looked like. You know, he's loosing his memory in his old age.' Mistrival attempted to look wistful, but failed as a smirk ruled her features as she dodged Terence. They were always poking at each other, and Terence's greatest fear was that when he grew old, he wouldn't be able to fly as fast.

'Guys, lets go to Cave Falls,' Vivian suggested.

'Lead the way!' cried Sonnaya happily.

'Ok. Ter, race you!' I yelled. We sped off, leaving the others in our wake.

A/N I need a unique A/N sign. Hmm.

Anyway, what do you think of chappy one? It improves as it goes along, this was kind of a filler to introduce Ava an co.