Of cats and birds... Who: Icarus OT Wild Child What: Jay needs to get out more. Gibs isn't quite as humanized as he thought. When: Current Where: Haven, woods close to the outer wall Warnings: TBD
True to his word, Jay was trying to rejoin the world a little bit at a time. After finally going to the infirmary about his incessant molting, he found out nothing was actually wrong with him, and they had theorized stress might be to blame once the connection with the Sentinel nightmares was made. Exercising his wings had been some of the advice he'd gotten and, if he was honest with himself, he missed flying something fierce. Even though it was the dead of winter, and the latest snowstorms had left a good two feet of snow on the ground, Jay knew that flying would raise his body temperature enough that he could go shirtless if he were so inclined. He was not. He wore a couple of undershirts and a thick flannel, all custom tailored to fit around his wings.
He'd gone out to the edge of the property, where the least amount of people would be around to see him, and started flying "laps" up and down the treeline. He was tempted to go up into the big gray skies, but he was no fool. He'd been grounded for six months. He had to build up his stamina before he went and tried anything like long distance or high altitutde flight. So, back and forth along the treeline he went, until he reached something of a zen state. He found that flying even eased the itching in his wings, so this was clearly all of the good.