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She sighed softly and began to walk faster, passing the pair and breaking into a run. She spread her wings and lifted herself off the ground with only a couple of flaps. Soul quickly reached the lighthouse, and set herself down on the very top of the building, facing toward the ocean.

Quint was silent as Morrigan got close, and he used that time to gather his thoughts.

"She's being awfully nice.."

"It's probably because of the fight. Maybe it was something I did."

"Or something I didn't. I don't really want to ask her.."

"Then don't. Wait for the present, then ask. Because I have no idea what she'll think, I'm not a mindreader. So...just chill."

"Ok, works for me. Just, when you..I mean..I ask, don't make it seem obivous, ok?"

"Roger that."

He saw Soul fly up to the top of the lighthouse, and face towards the vast sea. He always wished that he could fly, then he remembered back to his fight.

Quick flashes of memory struck him then, being picked up, going into the air, the feeling of brief weightlessness, the falling.

The group reached the lighthouse, and entered inside. Stone floors, walls, and wooden stairs greeted it's guests, as the party of people started to climb the stairs.

"Wow..." Quint said unconciously, getting closer to her body, "Thank you Morrigan. I've always wanted...to fly."

"I'd love that." Quint said sincerely, trying to contain his excitement, but failing as his smile grew wider and wider.

"Whenever you're ready, darling."

"Thought the 'little something' would be...that."

"Yea, but who knows? Besides, I don't really care anymore. Flying will be fun! Trust me."

"Yea, it will. And hey, maybe I'll learn to fly some day.."

"There ya go. Now let's snap out of this before we....I miss the entire thing."

Quint laughed softly at his inner monologue skit.

"Wonderful!" After examining the lighthouse for a while, Morrigan led Quint up to the roof. While on the way to the top, she had summoned a few of the bats from her mansion to meet her on the roof.

"I'm going to let you borrow some wings. They're simple enough to use, but don't go metamorphing them into anything dangerous, alright?" Morrigan said as they reached the roof. Not that he could; Quint would be able to flap and maneuver them, but Morrigan would have most of the control of the wings, as she controlled the bats. The bats crowded onto Quint's back and formed a pair of black mammal wings, much like Morrigan's.

"Are you ready to go, Quint darling? I'll bet you could even easily out-fly Soul with those wings. They're quite superior to bird wings, and much more fun!"

"Wow..." Quint said, as the bats converged on his back, forming a pair of black wings, that were a little heavy, but made him feel like he could do anything.

"Wings!"
"Wings!"
"Screw this, I'm gone. Hope I can learn how to use these things in time."
"Maybe we should wait...no, forget that. Jump off the side?"
"Already moving."

Without listening to...anything, Quint dashed around the side of the lighthouse.

"Woo!" He yelled, jumping once.

"Woohoo!" Yelling again, he jumped higher.

"Yawahhoo!!" He somersaulted over the balcony, hoping he would just know how to use the wings.

One wing flap, then another, then both, and Quint was now flying. With his arms at his sides, he circled the lighthouse, one time making a spiral going down the length of the lighthouse, then again coming back up.

The wind in his face, and the ability to go just about anywhere was a rush, and he had to squint his eyes, because of all the air that was coming at him.

Now pretending he was a plane, he made swoops at the ground, first going into a steep angle at the ground, then pulling up before he hit the ground.

"Skrrt, This is Bravo 10, requesting permission." He said this while cupping his mouth with his hand, to muffle the sound in a weird way.

"Skrt. Bravo 10, permission granted." He said in a deeper souther drawl.

"Shhrrk. Roger. Bravo 10, out."

Making a "Ratatata" noise at the ground, he imangined that he was shooting at something, then he pulled up, acting as if his wings were jet engines.

"This is amazing!!!" He screamed to everyone, and noone, while doing barrel rolls in the air. "I could never get tired of this!"

Flying became easier to Quint the more he did it, and eventually he was able to fly upside down, (Not without a few failed tries at first, he once fell nearly head first into the ground trying.) in quick loops, and even hover, by flapping his 'wings' slowly to keep his weight up, but not too much so that he wouldn't go anywhere.

"I don't understand how you two don't just fly all the time!" He said, using his new ability to hover near Phoenix and Morrigan.

He was breathing a little hard now, and spoke again. "Wait...I think I see now...it's a little tiring. It's just something I'll have to get used to."

Landing on the balcony to give himself and his wings some rest, he gazed out on the beach, arms crossed on the rail, he was leaning on it, his legs behind him, wings relaxed.

His eyes were active, mostly looking on at the sky, and what he could do in it. They moved in circles, downwards, and off to the sides, as if he was making a map in the air.

Suddenly, an idea. He stood up, turned around, so now his behind was on the rail, arms holding it, and he looked towards Morrigan.

"Darling!" He said in a sing-song voice, "Can I keep 'em?" Then, giving her his best pleading voice, "Plleaasee? I'll take good care of them, I promise!"

Morrigan thought for a while about it... it wouldn't be a big problem for her, and Quint really seemed to enjoy them. His use of the wings did drain a bit of "energy", but it was nothing noticeable.

"Ok darling, I'll let you keep them for now. I'll even let you shape them, but you'll have to be careful when you do. As you've already seen, some of their shapes can be quite dangerous.

"In any case, let's head back to the estate. There are probably more people waiting for me there that I'd like to greet."



That's for me to know and for you and Quint to speculate over.

"I can?!" Quint said enthusiastically.

Words couldn't express how happy and how grateful he was. He could now fly, as high as he wanted with no restrictions.

"Game, set, match. Winner: Me."

"Loser: Gravity."

Quickly, he got off the rail, and picked Morrigan up, her shoulders laying in his left arm, her legs in his right. He flew off about twenty feet above the lighthouse, and began to shower her with kisses on her cheek, adding a quickly said "Thank you!" before he prepared another smooch. This went on for a minute or so, then he set her back down on the balcony, now blushing furiously.

He held her hand again in his right, looking at her with affection.