He ran, sprinting for the only piece of cover for miles. Above him black clouds swirled fighting a battle in the sky. He’d been forced to land in the middle of nowhere when the storm started. The winds had grown too strong and the danger was too high for him to stay so high up. He didn’t dare fly so low in case anyone saw him. That left him running for cover when the wings on his back would have got him there quicker.
He still had some way to go when the first crash of thunder came making him stumble to the ground. A great flash lit up the world around him and he surged back to his feet. A quick glance around and he decided that it was past the time to be still out in the open. Taking a few running steps he pushed off his wings snapping open to propel him forwards.
He flew fast keeping as low to the ground as possible heading for the ruin of the old tower. When he reached it he flapped his wings quickly to gain height dropping in through the open roof to land in the centre of the tower. It provided him with more shelter than the flat ground around and so he shook his wings as dry as he could before pulling them in.
It wasn’t until he sat down that he saw her. Huddled behind a huge rock on the other side of the tower staring at him wide-eyed. How did he keep getting himself into these situations? He offered up a silent curse before he stood up and approached her. As he grew closer he realised she was shaking and he paused for a moment. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly crouching down to be level with her. She didn’t look much older than eight and he wondered why she was out here alone. “Where are you parents?” he asked her softly.
“I don’t know,” she replied haltingly. Great, he thought, a lost kid. Slowly he eased closer to her until he was right in front of her. It was then he realised the shaking wasn’t in fear of him but from the cold. She was soaked through and the clothes she had on didn’t seem very well cared for. She reached out a hand to grasp the tip of his wing. He froze and then shifted slightly to let him get a better hold, “Like mine,” she said smiling at him.
He frowned looking at her in confusion. “Can you show me?” he asked softly. She nodded and then he could see them. Grey wings speckled with brown unfurled from her back. “They’re beautiful,” he said softly.
“They are?” She asked him as if this was a strange concept for her.
“They are,” he assured her. She smiled back at him and pulled them back in. He settled down next to her and pulled her close lend her his body heat. He looked down at her, “When the storms over we can fly together,” he told her. The squeal of joy at his words told him everything he needed to know. This girl was living out here alone. He sighed, it seemed he was going to have to look after her from now on.