Fly Away

Home

*Winter's POV*

Stupid sister...stupid child..

Breaths of air are being pushed out of my lungs from the constant flapping of my wings, all I can see at the moment is a blinding light as we fly upward.

Where is it? Where is it? Aha!

The light dulled and floating castles came to view, no mortal eye is able to see this glorious cluster of homes floating about, neither can I at the moment because of this damn blinding light.

Mount Conwell, Mount Drex..I trailed inside my head of the names of each familiar angel home until I was able to spot my own. Without a doubt I raced to it, leaving Spring in my dust.

"You're back!!!" Mother immediate rushed to greet us with a bone snapping embrace as the tears welled in her eyes. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her and her head full of grey hairs.

Autumn and Summer stood with mouths agape on the open courtyard dancing with lilies and lilacs, they must've given up their search and returned home. Home.

"Caretaker Winter?..." But our journey wasn't other yet, I nearly forgot about the royal twerp that shyly clung to Spring's hip as Mother gracefully knelt before her to make eye contact.

"Who is this little fawn?" She smiled that gorgeous smile of hers as Spring gently stepped aside to let Spawn stand out on her own.

"This is Spawn, the greatest angel the world is gonna see." Spring gave the girl's little intro as the said twerp puffed up to try to seem bigger. Mother chuckled; making Spawn's cheeks to lit up in embarrassment. Hah, stupid squirt.

"Indeed. Hm, now I know you. You're an Ashburn aren't you?" Wait! An Ashburn? As one of the most powerful angel families?!

"BWAHAHA." My jaw couldn't help but unhinge slightly, I heard Summer's thunderous laughter boom throughout the courtyard at my shock. He really is a hot head isn't he.....heh, summer, heh, hot head.

"Yes ma'am, I just want to go home to my mommy and brothers and sissy." Her bold demeanor quivered at the mention of this, her tiara slipping off her head and onto her neck like a necklace.

Mother gently placed it back upon her head with a soft chuckle, her laughter is like a warm sun sent, just so soft and mellow.

"As you wish. You young lady, you may pick any one of the seasons to escort you home." Oh hell mother did not just say that.

Autumn walked off, totally not interested in taking this little shorty home. I was beginning to catch up with the scruffy chinned man as he entered the front door-

"Hmmm....I want to take...Caretaker Winter!" God damnit.