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The shape moves away as well, and another more obvious shape takes place underneath the feathers. Still the glass is dirty, but it's getting clearer by the second...

The haze vanishes completely when Tobias turns around, as a real reflection of a boy fades in. A boy that is right there behind him the second he steps back, and he almost bumps into him.
And a quick look shows a t-shirt that is not lime colored? It's a different shade of green? And hair taken after a different family member? Is that a hint at a rebellious streak behind those silver eyes, or is he trying to please more than one person? There's also a pale shell necklace around his neck, carved into a slight round hook with a shiny shell surface on the underside.

Elijah doesn't wait long, he's soon tugging on Tobias' arm. "Hello."

"Tobias?"

Silence.

".. Tobias?"

A hoarse, waking voice finally comes in reply. "Y-yeah kid? Something botherin' you?"

It's the middle of the night, and the room completely black. The window didn't do any justice to the situation as the moon is hanging high on the opposite side of the building. Thus, only the silohette of the boy can be noticed.

"What's it like here?"

".. Can't this wait 'til morning?"

A slight sigh. "Okay.."

Sheets ruffle as Tobias rolls over, brushing his bangs from his eyes. "No, now that you got me woken up, I'll answer what you want to know.." He shuffles before starting, staring at the ceiling. It is decorated by tiny glow in the dark stars to immitate that of the night sky, doing a wonderful job tonight especially.

"It's great here. Lots of people, sure, but then there's always someun around for you if you need them. And since this place is so big, it leaves you room - for a little while anyway - to find some privacy if needed."

"Okay," comes Elijah's slightly hesitated reply. Intimidating is more like it, he thinks silently. He didn't mention sneaking out to peek into bedrooms, getting a nice look at all the sleeping family he'd enherited.

"Now, lemme ask you one. How old are you? Or, er, think you are?"

Elijah shrugs, forgetting he can't be seen. "Unno. Seven? Eight? I can't remember."

Tobias doesn't push the subject. "You'll like it here. Now.. anything else or will y'let me get some sleep?"

"Nothing that can't wait," Elijah responds, already drifting away into sleep.

A woman wonders to your front door and leaves something on your doorstep. You open the door to see what it is and discover a black box wrapped with a red bow. You pick it up and bring it inside, a bit weary of what may lay inside... You open the box and see purple wrapping tissue paper, a sheet of crimson stationary laying ontop of it all.

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((He can be awake during this, and anyone else can see the imprint she's left behind. But he'll forget what she whispered...

And he'll have the craving to fly. O_O It doesn't matter how you RP him doing it, he can jump off his bed or off the roof, he'll be able to now. Have fun giving other characters heart attacks with his sudden choice to do something that seems crazy. XD))



A woman sits on Elijah's bed late one night, and relaxes where she sits. She can only be seen by him, but she still leaves an imprint where she's sitting, her warmth feeding into the bed.

She doesn't move for a long time, watching him and the room. Then the woman leans down, brushes the hair off his face, strokes the wings, whispers something and then vanishes again.

Nothing can explain the thrill of the first flight. Elijah feels himself being lifted into the air, weightless compared to how he'd been just moments before. His wings, working almost not at all, are tireless and adapt to the cool autumn winds of the night.

"How cool is this?!" breathes the boy, excitedly forgetting to be cold as he examines the view from so high above the rest. He raises slower than before, hovering gently to examine the roof of his house.

Grinning toothfully, Elijah fingers the pendant at the end of his necklace, the one he wears at all times. A power, an energy so indescribable overcomes him as he ventures on into the night.

There is much exploring to be done!

In the daylight, he isn't allowed to do much. For having a guardian who is such an adventurer, Elijah is disappointed in how little he's actually "allowed" to do because of Tobias' cautioned rules. Well, we'll see who's rules I'm going by, now! he scoffs gently in his head.

Closing in on the end of the meadow behind the house, he lowers a few dozen feet just above the leaves of the forest presiding along the border of the property. Taking precautions, he first scopes out the house.. no, no one's noticed. Next he takes a peek through the autumn leaves; seeing no immediate danger, he backs up to a considerable heigh, arches his wings, and takes a nosedive.

Plummetting is an even better adventure than the actual flying, at least at this moment. Elijah feels the air rush against his body, rippling his clothing as he freefalls dangerously. Nothing can stop him from becoming a pancake on the ground, save the poking branches of the trees below. Howling noisily, his wings spring out at the last minute and cushion his body, his legs twisting almost back in place.

Standing suspended in the air, wings beating against his back, there is nothing that can wipe this grin off of Elijah's face. Nothing in the world can bring his spirits down now. The thrill of the first flight is still fresh in memory, and much of the night is remaining to continue it.

A gentle tap is felt twice on Elijah's shoulder.

The fright of the moment almost forces his wings to stop beating immediately; he's glad they didn't, otherwise he would have actually experienced that crash he deserved from the previous death-defying stunt. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turns around to meet what had tapped him.

Mimicing the suspended-in-air pose, Tobias looks firmly down on the boy. Fatigue and irritation are obvious on his face, his arms crossed against his dark red shirt.

"Enjoying yourself?" he mutters, neutrally. It's hard to tell if he's being serious about the question.

Swallowing at the lump in his throat, Elijah decides it's better to truthfully explain. "See, this lady, she came and.. well, she visited me in my bed! And she said --" he strokes his chin, something he's adopted from the guardian himself, ".. Well, I don't remember what it was she said, but I really wanted to fly and, and you never let me go out and do anything and I thought if I'd.."

Tobias raises his hand as a signal to stop talking. " 'Nough, kiddo. Just stop rambling." He sighs gently, weariness taking over his anger. "All you had to do was ask. I would have taught you to fly, myself.. You could've gotten yourself hurt just now. Don't think I don't hear you, sneaking out.. I'm part hawk, after all."

Elijah frowns, his brow scrunching up slightly. He knows the puppy-face won't work, but it never hurts to do with. "A'right, Tobias.. I'm sorry I done an' sneaked off."

Feathers ruffle as the wind decides to change its course slightly.

The older boy rolls his eyes. "Oh, come off it. You're obviously talented, taking off right away like that. Just don't use nonsense about some woman.. you're not getting women in your bed 'til you're much, MUCH older."

The younger makes a disgusted face. "That's not what I meant! And she was real, honest!" he insists, hating the notion of him being thought of as a liar.

Tobias just laughs quietly into the night sky, taking a quick look at the moon from this angle. "Sure, kid, sure.." He drops his eyes back to the boy in his care and custody, giving another one of his famous unreadable expressions. "Tonight's a nice clear night. Best not to waste it, they're rarer come the winter. What do you say?"

Both already knew the answer to that.

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