"Up. Up! Up!"

Gaz was trying to teach you how to fly, but it was so much harder than you thought. Your dad, Price, would've taught you if it weren't for the fact he only had one wing now.

"No." Gaz sighed and stepped closer to to you. He told hold of your wing and gently guided it in a downward movement. "You want to go down quickly with this muscle. It's going to kind of ache at first if you get off the ground, but it's because you're not used to supporting your entire weight with your wings."

"Look at me." Gaz flapped one of his black feathered wings downward to show the motion he wanted you to copy.