“Hi there. My name’s Windstreak. I’m an 8-year-old, and I just turned into a Child Sky Fluffball, so I’m no longer a Toddler Sky Fluffball.” Windstreak smiled cheerfully as he flapped his feathered wings. “I uh… Don’t really have a home yet… Do you wanna take care of me?” Windstreak asked shyly. “I-If you have any Baby Fluffballs, I-I’ll be the best Older Fluffball Brother ever to them.” The Child Sky Fluffball named Windstreak said.