[Video|Action |Open] [Waking up to find something different wasn't too much of a novelty for Tavros; he'd spent the first week or so after his accident having to remind himself, in those half-aware moments after waking, that he couldn't move his legs anymore--more often than not needing Tinkerbull's help to accomplish the simple act of getting out of his recuperacoon. With that would come the reminder that there wouldn't be any more FLARP sessions, no more scampering across unexplored terrain, no more dashing up and down staircases at topspeed......no more games with Aradia. And really, no more Aradia at all.]
[This morning though, this morning is different. He'd almost gotten used to the human sleeping pallets and their tangle of blankets, and at first had thought it was another bundle of fabric pushing against his back. But then.....]
[He couldn't get outside fast enough. It was really a blur, the trip from his underground room to the false sunrise touching the ground level of the dome. A crack in the pavement caught a wheel of his device, sending him flying to meet--]
[--flying. He never hit the ground.]
[The camera shows a stunning aerial view of Sector Four, before being turned around to get a good look at the black-veined orange butterfly wings sprouting from Tavros' back. His own face comes back into view--he is, without any disclaimer or hyperbole, having the best day of his life.] THEY WORK! I'M FLYING!!!