The cold crisp air was delightful smelling after a fresh rain. To other monsters not used to or prepared for the chill would've perhaps thought it was freezing, but Nightmare knew better. But who could blame him? He had a great insulated coating.
Nightmare looked around, seeing if the coast was clear and how the wind would affect him. There was a gentle breeze swaying through the air, making him shiver in delight.
He rustled his golden feathers.
It's time to taste the heavens.
He took a few steps backwards before making a running start, keeping his wings clenched for the time being. At the end of the cliff, he took a large leap, feeling that feeling that your gut gives you at times where you've fallen, the same feeling he always longed for. He snapped his wings open and let out a flight call, his tail feathers wide open to help with the start. He flapped his wings a few times to be airborne before starting to glide, seeing trees zoom past and below him. Twitching his tail to the left or right made easy work on avoiding these obstacles.
The wind blew on his face, the sun making his feathers shine. Pure joy rushed out of Nightmare. He ceased flapping for a second before making a mid-air summersault, a smile on his face at the same feeling coming back. His soul singed as he did what he loved to do.
He flew.
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Sing, my precious little golden bird, sing! I have given you flight.
