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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 9:14 pm
Miles stared up at the sky as his kite sailed high above him. The fabric was light, but the pull of the wind yanked at his arms, he felt like at any moment it would lift him up into the sky, or throw him flat on his face. It wasn't a box kite, as was fashionable, but a classic plastic one in the shape of a large flying fish. It had an Asian design to it, but Miles didn't really notice, he was too busy keeping it balanced in the sky and trying not to loose control of it.
Thankfully, he was on a flat surface out in a field instead of on a hill. His footing on land was still a little alien to him, as opposed to the freedom of mobility that water gave him. As he watched the kite soar higher and sway he realized that the sky was very much like water too, and suddenly his control over the device was much tighter. He let the string go out a little further, and began to make it dance in the air like a fish in the ocean. He forgot about the air resistance and actually started having a lot of fun with it! He laughed and smiled at how neat it looked all the way up in the sky dancing away like an alien fish.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:09 pm
Tupol wasn't very steady on his feet either, but his awkwardness had nothing to do with having no legs most of the time. No, Tupol was simply clumsy. He hobbled along beside his father and sister, his right hoof-claw clasped around a bunch of dandelions. He bent over to pick another of the flowering weeds, his large wings nearly overbalancing him, and when he stood up straight again he caught sight of another boy about his age.
"Dad! Kite!"
Katurian lowered his hand, bringing Tupol's cheap plastic kite within the boy's reach. Lex (and by extension, Katurian) had the money to purchase some elaborate setup made of cloth and ribbons, but in all likelihood, Tupol would lose or rip such a magnificent piece of craftsmanship. Cheap and plastic were better for everyone.
Kite in hand, Tupol took off jogging toward Miles. He stopped a few feet from the other boy and looked up at the fish kite, eyes as wide as they could get while staring up into the sun. "How'd you get it up there?" he asked, awestruck.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 1:08 pm
Miles turned in the direction of the voice, and it took him a while to realize that the voice was coming from a boy, and that boy was addressing him. He almost hoped that the boy hadn't asked him that question, because to be honest, he had no idea. His dad had let the kite go, and then it was in the air. That's all there was too it, really.
"I dunno," he admitted, staring up at the kite and trying to keep it balanced. "I think the wind just likes it."
As Miles spoke, he lost his concentration on the kite and it began to fall towards the ground. He let out a cry and began to flap his arms, trying to get it to fly back into the air again. The kite stayed airborn, but at only half the height it was at previously, and swung violently back and forth.
"No, no, no." Miles muttered trying to keep his grip on the kite reel, which he was slowly loosing.
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