I'd look like that...?

"Whoa..."

I'm not a person to be surprised easily.

But my mother right here managed to tell me who is the boss of every game. She is. As a Phoenix. I gulp and take a few steps ahead to her. She fixated her gaze on me and suddenly starts flapping her wings softly. It was enough to raise the dust above, I cover my nose and mouth while still looking at her through the dust.

"Wow, mother. I'd look like that with wings?" I ask her with silliness. She chuckles and comes back down to the ground. Her wings are almost so tall on her that they drag behind her feet. She lifts one of them, slowly and gently so the speed doesn't scare me like before.

"Feel it. That's what a healthy wing looks like." Mom says. I smile and ask her the next question.

"Will I be ready by next week, mother? I don't plan on staying there for long." I let her know. She smiles, softly like a mama bird. The irony.

"You'll be ready by a week." Her eyes blink slowly, conveying her love for me. Hugging her with the wings s