—Careful up there, my child.— Darkheart warned in a low, calm voice, they tone relatively calm as usual as they raised they arms, holding onto your waist to make sure you didn’t float away unintentionally. Your wings fluttered as you slowly ascended, keeping your own pace, but you couldn’t deny the excitement of finally being able to fly after so long of pestering your poor father. Being Darkheart’s son, it was only natural that you would grow wings as well. While Darkheart lost they own ability to fly long ago, they would do they best to make sure your youthful wings could be of use. They hands lowered to his sides, seeing that you were too high for them to grab onto.

Of course, you were used to being in the sky as a demi-god! Your father as a deity, but you seemed so much taller when you were up there on your own terms, nothing but your wings holding you up. You looked around the sky, then back up at Darkheart. While they was carefree when it came to caring for you or just keeping an eye on you, it made they a little anxious that they couldn’t join you up there so they could fly with you and make sure you stayed where you were supposed to. They looked back down at they wing, useless now that the other was gone. —Huh, are you okay up there, kid?— Darkheart called out, needing to raise they voice to make sure you heard them properly. Maybe you were afraid of heights, they thought. While Darkheart wanted you to be able to fly, they wouldn’t be against you chickening out and staying safe on the ground.