Phoenix found himself wandering, he often did that after the lessons with his father..... after saying a hello and goodbye to his mother of course, she always worried when he simply disappeared. But there was a reason he liked to seek some 'alone time'; he felt odd. His siblings had both inherited more of their fathers blood, and although he had it racing through his veins it was little use other than to help him heal faster.It didn't take long to get to his favourite spot; a meadow with a small cliff that lead to more fields. He supposed when he was bigger he would be able to jump her to the lower level safetly, but right now it was too large. That wasn't why it was his faviourite spot... no, he liked it because if he closed his eyes and the wind blew by just right he could imagine he was flying; that the beautiful phoenix that licked his pelt would become flesh and blood and carry him high into the sky. There wasn't any wind right now, still he smiled, his pupiless eyes shining on his features.
What would it be like to really fly? What would it be like to be able to follow his father's foodsteps? He didn't know... would never know, and no matter how much he thought about it he would never truely know. Jealous. It was the only word to describe this ugly feeling within him.
Shaking his head he forced his thoughts to the beautiful view. It relaxed him.
