November 01, 2004 (2 Comments)

Seeing that Lexx had his own problems to deal with, Swiftpaw and Drift wandered closer to the edge. Swiftpaw fluttered his wings, darting up and down the ledge. Drift sighed and sat down. He knew he couldn't do anything and it depressed him. "Arrgh!!" Swiftpaw flapped his wings as hard as possible, but they just weren't big enough to give him any lift. "I need bigger wings! I could get Skri to help Chel! She's big enough that she could probably carry her!" Drift sighed heavily. "Drift!! Drift!! Drift!!" An idea crept into the fox's cluttered head. He nudged Drift and ran several circles around him, yammering excitedly, "YOU have to fly! Your wings are big enough!! Go on! Go on!" "I can't! I can't!!" Drift balked well before the ledge. The sound of the wind whistling through the rocks down below was terrifying. He could see himself jumping and being smashed against the rocks by that wind. "It's too high, Swift!! Too high!!" Drift hooted in alarm.