The Importance of Moss.

The Importance of Moss 7.

Kier stayed outside with Cyrus for a bit. They didn’t speak, just stared off into the distance at something, Maybe the sky, or that family of beetles that were scurrying to-and-fro to get everything that they needed for Winter. Some weren’t as prepared as they were, it seems. Kier didn’t know if he was comfortable or not around the Corrigan, simply because he had some kind of threat on his troop and he knew where they lived during the winter and that he also had Drew smitten. The whole situation was kind of odd, to say the least. Not only had they got a Corrigan in their tree said Corrigan only had half a wing and knew weird scratching which he drew on the ground.

It was later that Laurence, Luke and Drew emerges from the tree with their fur pelts tied from shoulder and looped around hips. The circle of orange is high in the sky at this point, it’s hot, and Kier is bored with sitting and having nothing to do. He hopped up from where he sat, flaring out his wings as he stretched his arms above his head and moved onto his tippy toes, a yawn stretching over his mouth, not because he was tired, but because he was so awake that all the sleepiness was coming out of him.

“Can we do somethin’ today?” he asks anyone who will listen. He shouldn’t have to ask, he is troop leader, after all. They have to do anything that he wants them to do. But was is there in ways of entertainment other than collecting lumps of moss or running around while another is on a transporter leaf? There was little and Kier was desperately trying to come up with something that wouldn’t bore everybody to death.

Drew shrugs, they never do anything fun, so what could they possibly do? He stretches his wings out, stretches out his hand and rubs it over his face. Lets his wings drop so that the ends would drag along the ground, and walked over to where Cyrus sat, and sat next to him, pressing his head against his shoulder because he certainly looked like he needed someone to sit next to him and just… be. 

“Yes, but what?” Laurence says, walking up to Kier and raising his eyebrows because what could they do? 

Luke sighs, and decides he’ll sleep for another age, because he doesn’t really care for this new character and he doesn’t want to be around when Laurence and Kier and joined by the mouth. If you think it didn’t happen, then you will be sorely wrong. It happens a lot, just behind things and when they thought nobody was there. Luke wished he didn’t have to see it. He pushes back through the moss door and burrows inside, sleep always sounds good.

“You two do what you want,” Drew speaks up, laying back slightly and tucking his hands under his head and looking at the troop leaders. “I’m gonna teach Cy how to fly again,” he declares and the Corrigan turns to face Drew with his eyebrows scrunched together, as though he was confused as to why someone would want to help him with flying. A tiny, barely there smile shows up on his face, though and Drew beams back. 

Kier frowns, he feels like a protective father, or something along those lines. He doesn’t want to say yes. For two reasons, he doesn’t want Drew to be alone with the Corrigan, because said Corrigan might have been acting like he wasn’t violent but he knew their kind. They’d ripped up Laurence’s wing without a second damn thought. He was also worried that Drew would run off again and he didn’t think that he could deal with that--“Fine.”

“And don’t bother Luke, okay?” Drew instructs as if he’s suddenly the troop leader, like he has the right to be giving instructions to the actual troop leaders. But they nod because they know that Luke has seen them probably more than once, and he probably deserves not to be seeing that all the time. 

With this huge grin, Drew hops up onto his feet and grabs onto Cyrus’ hands to pull him up, too. The pair of green wings flutter slightly out as he stands, then he ducks his head as if he were embarrassed, which Laurence didn’t understand but he didn’t say anything. He just watched Drew scurry off excitedly with the Corrigan trailing along behind him with his hands all scrunched up by his black-covered leg. 

“He’s weird,” Laurence stated, turning to look at Kier who nodded, setting his mouth slightly. 

“You think he’ll hurt Drew?” asked Kier, his face twisting into something of worry. 

Laurence shook his head. “No. Now stop worrying, we’re going somewhere, okay, and you’re not going to worry about the troop. Just us two and what we’re doing.” And with that a white-vined hand is sliding into one with vivid red and then the two hover then fly, wherever they want to go.

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Drew and Cyrus, after a bit of walking (Drew wouldn’t fly because he didn’t want to leave Cyrus all alone) end up at a little circle of things. There’s a rock which is blends of grey that have this pretty white near the bottom which practically swirls around it in this pattern. There’s a couple of branches hanging from a bush nearby, but they’re not in the way and couldn’t really cause any real damage. Maybe the branch- the brown part- would hurt if they were to hit into it, but nothing they couldn’t handle, surely?

“How much can you fly?” asked Drew. He leant up against the aforementioned rock and tilted his head slightly at the Corrigan as he waited for his answer. Of course he wanted to know more than how much he could actually fly, but it would simply be rude to ask why he only had a half of a wing. Maybe it was some messed up thing that the Corrigan did to all their bad members. Cut off their wings as punishment—maybe Cyrus had gotten away before they were both cut off properly. He shuddered at the thought. Having no wings would be awful, imagine no flying again ever. At least Cyrus could somewhat fly/hover. 

Cyrus is standing in front of him, a hand scratching over his arm. He looks a little awkward but that’s okay because Drew knows he’ll get an answer because he knows that Cyrus wants to fly again. “Um, I don’t know. I, um. I haven’t tried since—since, um, y’know.” No, he didn’t know but goddamnit did he want to.

“Well, this will be interesting,” grinned Drew. 

When he was younger he’d taken a while to learn how to fly, and the women of the troop had gotten frustrated with him after trying and trying to teach him how to fly. He’d gotten it eventually and he figured that now he would know how awfully irritating it is to try and teach someone to fly. But then, Cyrus knew how to, he was just kind of a little disabled. Baby Drew had never flew before.

Drew climbed up onto the rock, and stuck his hand out to help Cyrus up, while his wings flared out to the sides so that he didn’t fall to the ground in an ungraceful lump. “C’mon, then. This is the fun part. You get to fall a lot,” said the blonde with a smile as he helped the taller one up onto the rock. 

Cyrus was nervous. He hadn’t flown for a damn age- he could barely remember how he’d done it. He knew he was going to fall on his face every single time that he even try to fly. His wing was not even worthy of that name, it didn’t work! It was useless because one needed a set of whole wings to actually get anywhere other than the damn ground. But he could try, couldn’t he? He could let Drew teach him what he already knew, and when he could do it again, he could fly away and find his troop. A tiny smile appeared on his face, dimples dipping into his pale cheeks.

“You jump and try to fly, okay?” instructed the blue-winged male, his eyes connecting with the one with green, and he was oddly serious. He actually wanted this Corrigan to be able to fly. It was a damn fae right to be able to fly.

Cyrus nodded, his face kind of serious as he walked up close to the edge of the stone. It wasn’t a long way down, not far at all, actually, but he knew he’d be meeting it in a couple of seconds. All up close and personal. So he scrunched up his face and he jumped, trying to get his wings to flare, to pulse to do fucking something, but in the time wasted of trying to do something he seems to have become a lump on the floor.

A thud tells him that Drew is also a lump on the floor and it makes him smile a little.

A/N: I am sorry for not updating soon enough. I was busy like all of last week, so I apologise. Also I'm sorry that this chapter kind of sucks. I didn't have much inspiration. Please comment and tell me what you think!! thank you.