Pterano all of a sudden stared in concern at the young glider. "Sickness? What sickness?" he asked in full worry. Devon stared at the young glider in concern as well. Was it just him, or was everyone getting sick around here. :blink: Finally, he spoke.
"Fury, don't say that about yourself. I'm the one that deserved the hit, not you. You are a good kid, Fury. You are." His worried look turned into a smile of reassurance as he continued speaking. "I'll be fine, I just need rest a few treestars that's all. It's not like that claw swipe pierced my heart or anything like that." Devon finished, letting out a chuckle.
Pterano couldn't help but smile down at his son. He always knew what to say, even in this condition. He was proud of him, but despite what Devon said, he was still worried, like any other parent would be. The red flyer just pulled the boy closer as Devon looked up at him with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Dad, I'll be fine. I promise." With that, the blue flyer wrapped his arms around Pterano's middle, nuzzling his chest while doing so to prove his point.
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Artie soared across the sky along with her tan friend, searching desperately for treestars, until she spotted a big tree with loads of them. "Oh! I know where we could get some good treestars! Fallow me!" With that she headed down to the ground for a landing.