Mirza had been flying in the clouds, litereally and metaphorically, after the birth of his son and his daughter. It was all he had wanted ever since he had begun his life with Angeal, he had wanted a family. Lately he had been soaring the clouds with either one of his children on his back, sometimes both, but he wouldn't keep them up for too long although their peels of laughter were the most beautiful sound he could hear. Always mindful of their mother he would return them to her waiting paws.
Having just touched down with their daughter, Mirza smiled. "We will go longer next time darling, I promise." He whispered to Aniela before she jumped off his back in protest. Feeling the light weight move about his feet instead his back, Mirza looked for his mate. "Angeal?" He called quietly, his eyes filled with the pure love he felt for her.
How she loved flying with pa-pa! Everytime they took off her stomach would fall and she would gasp for breath, only to cry out in laughter. She was never afraid, the pure excitement would rush through her. As they flew, whether she was with her brother or not, pa-pa would tell them stories, either of his travels around this planet or of a story about a man somewhere else seeking his lost memories. She was fascinated with her father's wings and she wished for her own someday.
As they touched ground she moaned her complaint and slid off reluctantly, only to be cheered up by his promising whisper. With a smile lighting her features she twisted between Mirza's paws. "Ma-ma!" She would call out, echoing her father's call. How excited was she to tell her mother what she saw today!
