Ginny shook her head, still smiling, "Don't thank me. You have done nothing wrong." Absently, she reached out, touching her sons hair once more, a thoughtful expression upon her face. Though her actual thoughts were guarded and hidden, woven beneath an impenetrable blanket that was the top most layer of her mind.
On the oppesite side of the spectrum was little Cody, his thoughts open and honest, his feelings true to the color. Anyone with the power to see auras would see an exciting blue green pulsing from him, a sure sign of peaceful playfulness. He seemed content, not overly excited. His eyes narrowed as his mother rubbed his head, and then sudden;ly he jumped up.
"Momma! Watch this!"
And before Ginny, or Nellie, could say a word, he began to sprint. He did a flip, landing on his hands and pushing off, his feet spiraling into the air as he twirled. Just as it seemed he would land on his face, great black wings appeared from his back, unfurling and catching the air so his body evened out. Instead of gliding down, he beat them once, twice, and zoomed off, straight up. He seemed almost like a gymnast, the speed and grace of which he moved were natural, not trained.
His instincts.
Once high up, he circled the area, and then dove down, landing at a run and doing a somersault to keep from stopping too abruptly. He managed to land just in front of Nellie, where he stood and smiled. He swept into a low bow, his wings spreading out as he did so, catching in the sunlight to show of the tints of red the black feathers held.
