It had been weird at first, when Baroque realized he was a bit odd from the rest of his family. He had popped out of his basket with elegant wings along his back. In the beginning he didn't think much of it, then he realized he wouldn't be able to get tips on how to fly from his father or mother, or his older sisters. So, after pestering just about everyone in the herd about it, and asking a million questions to anyone who was willing to listen, he was finally going to attend some seriously lessons today.
With none other then Cuauhcoatl himself! Oh, and Zyanya. Who was basically a sister to him, really did he have enough sisters? He smiled, it didn't really bug him at all. After all he did know he had an older brother as well, but did it count if he'd never met him? Would he ever meet him? He hoped to one day, but for now he also had Adom to look up to, ha, as an older brother. Not that he could help him fly either.
Which brought him back to the present. It was a lovely sunny day, and they were in a nice little clearing, making sure there weren't many trees to crash into. He was bouncy with excitement, unable to keep his hooves still. "Come on~ I can't wait to get this started!" He was a good mix of his older sisters, he wasn't as quiet as Minuet, but he wasn't exactly as loud as Rondel could be either. he smiled up at the Angeni in front of him, and bumped rear with Zyanya who was beside him.
After this, he had promised to help with some dance lessons as well. A fair trade, flying for dancing! He didn't know is Cuauhcoatl would stick around for the dancing, but he was excited to teach Zyanya all the same.
