Not that the small newly-birthed child had anything to compare it to, but comparitively speaking, being birthed as an egg was definitely the way to go. Although the sides of the round and ever-hardening encasing he found himself in were squeezed slightly, there was no gnashing of legs or collapsing of bodies. There was only a momentary feeling of weightlessness as his egg fell to the sand, and then a weight that he had never before experienced. It was as if while in Aithniel's womb he had been protected from gravity, and now that he had been birthed, that protection was no longer.

Following the instinctive need to be out, the boy tried to expand. His pale wings which had been layed tightly against his growing body, now pressed out. However they were incredibly weak. His cloven hooves tried next, pressing outwards from his small body. To accommodate this motion his back and neck arched, allowing his two horns to press against the shell as well. This combined motion did the trick, and a crack formed in the egg.

Exhilaration rushed through the small boy, and he repeated these actions until bits of the egg fell away. Eventually, he was revealed to the midnight world, which was likely a blessing. His green eyes had only ever looked out upon darkness, and the twilight sky was a far better transition than bright daylight might have been. Despite the hour of the night, the newly birthed boy appeared to lay in a pillar of his own light. His body glistened dully with sunshine, despite the fact that the sun could not be seen.

The child turned his head, adorned with the golden horns of his grandfather, towards the pale figure standing nearby. An eye barred with Gaucho's sunray marking regarded her silently but inquisitively.

Though he would shed his youthful neediness rather quickly, for now, the boy could do nothing other than give into his base desires and instincts. There would come a day when Aithniel's communal child-rearing would be understood and welcomed by the pale child, but today there could be no other. It was her that he needed.

"Mmmmm-" He mumbled, rocking forward onto his spindly knees and awkwardly raising himself to a standing position. Balance came and went, and the boy fell several times as he tried to make his way over to the demigoddess and the nutrients he somehow knew were stored inside of her.

They called me.....Night Wing!

Nah, nah, scratch that. it's horrible, and too close to Mr. Mesec's anyway. Gotta. Be. O-ri-gi-naaal.  Black Blade? LONE RANGER!? No Castor, stop those names are terrible. Ok, background info for the reader here: I was fairly certain that in my life at lease two things would occur. First, I would fly (like hot damn can I not wait for that it looks so friggin cool and mom says it's amazing) and second I would have some kickass name (other than Castor, duh) that EVERYONE would know me by. 

Tonight seemed like a good time to prepare for both, so whilst brainstorming I was cruising through the night like some masked avenger and basically flying already...... No Really. I was totally doing it. (Watch me flap, now watch me neigh neigh.) OH FINE if you want to be so heckin technical about it I was not flying. Happy now, ya filthy animals?! I was running, wings stretched as far as they would go out to my sides and doing these kind of little hops as I went. Truth is it probably looked a little silly, but it was really really neat! I would kinda glide for a foot or two, and then catch myself on the ground still at my tiny-ass gallop but I could feel the wind on my feathers. Mom says it's important not to fight the air, that you gotta work with it and know how to respond to it's changes. I'm not sure what all she meant by that. but i felt it was safe to say this was a good introduction. Hi Air, I'm Castor, it's nice to neet you. Let's be buds and wreck shit up together. 


Run, run, hop! Run, run, hop! Run, ru--OOH LOOK A SHINY!! There was a beam of light not far off, like Mom's magic did, but a little less "BLAM!" and a lot more ~sparkle~. Naturally, I went to ward the light. It didn't occur to me, even when I saw them, that maybe this was a bad time for company. I mean, I'm barely two seasons old, what do I know about tact? I know nothing and dagnabit that's why I have to ask questions. Duh. "Hi!" I said to the (nice?) lady and then regarded the two other kids with a wise and discerning eye. "They're pretty small, are they new?" The eggshells on the ground didn't even register.