The pastel blue twelve-year-old gargoyle watched her blue thirty-two year old cousin in awed admiration as she did some simple gliding around the castle’s courtyard. Aside from her baby blue skin color, she had blond hair that reached just bellow her shoulders; a large lock that would have been most of her bangs was tied off and pulled off to the left side of her head where it hid most of her ear. Her eyes were as large as most hatchlings and were a bright green almost identical to her cousin who glided above her at that moment. Her eye ridges were of a simple make compared to some as there was a rounded knob on each eye ridge near the center of the face though turned out towards her ears. Right next to this single bump on each of her eye ridges was a curved spike like a thorn off a rose. Her ears were a sort of web design, with three “prongs” causing its shape though the outer edge was one smooth curve. Her wings, like most British bred gargoyles were strong and feathered, the outside feathers being a darker color of her pastel blue and her inner wing being a pastel purple. Unlike most British bred gargoyles her face was not that of a mammal or a bird as her cousin was. She had facial features that, other than for the fact of her skin color and her eye ridges, would have looked like a human six year old girl; which is what she was, for gargoyles age at half the speed of humans.

She was among thirty or so of her rookery siblings watching the elder members of the gargoyle clan show them how to glide. All the gargoyles hatched in her rookery were to take their first glide that night something that every one of them had been longing for, for as long as the twelve year old hatchlings could remember.

“Eh, Jilly, your cousin’s the best of them up there, I think,” one of her rookery brothers told her. The male hatchling wasn’t her true brother but it was still a tradition to call those born in the rookery clutch you’d been in to call them brother or sister at times. Jilly and her siblings were only the second rookery of this branch of the British Clans to take on names and know their parents. Her cousin’s rookery was the first to do so.

“Of course Aisugriff’s the best, Kurt,” Jilly replied happily, to the foxish looking dark gray gargoyle, “She’s my cousin! Best in the clan with the sword and Winner of the Spring games for the past three years running!”

“Bah, my brother Herald would have won those games had he not been visiting the other clans each year,” Kurt replied a bit snippily. Jilly stuck her tongue out at him and in reply her rookery brother mirrored her. For nearly a minute they stood there with the same looks on their faces before Kurt gave up and Jilly smirked. Kurt never had enough patience to continue a stand off with her.

“See how simple it is?” Aisugriff called down to the hatchlings bringing both young gargoyles back to watching the blue gargoyle with purple inner wings feathers. Her distinguishing orange eagle like beak seemed to curl into a smile as the hatchlings nodded, “Now when you get good enough you’ll be able to perform acrobatics like I do during the spring games. One’s like this one.” Aisugriff pulled a tight loop and continued gliding on a normal flight path. There were claps from the hatchlings and murmurs of amazement from the young ones. As simple as the move was it was something that they would not have the skill for until they had mastered the basics of gliding on air currents and related things. But first the hatchlings would have to get into the air.

Aisugriff with four of her rookery siblings took a sharp dive and landed neatly in front of the thirty or so hatchlings.

“Griff,” a gruff voice bellowed down to the quintet of “teen age” gargoyles, Aisugriff looked sheepishly up at a large tawny colored male who looked like a bear with feathered wings, “Refrain from showing the hatchlings your tricks, we don’t need them hurting themselves because they want to perform stunts as well.”

“Sorry, Leader,” she called back up to the leader of her clan, he was one of the older generations that had not taken on a name and so was merely called Leader by all, “I’ll try to keep them out of the teachings.” Leader nodded his great head before turning to address a patrol of gargoyles behind him. Aisugriff sighed though a glint of mischief fluttered through her bright light green eyes.

“OK, you’ve all been doing your wing exercises?” she asked the hatchlings finally, eyeing them critically. A number of the clutch chipperly answered her positively as others showed they had by flexing their wings. Jilly accidentally knocked over a few of her rookery brothers and sisters as she whipped open her wings to show her idol that she had worked extra hard on getting her wings up to the form they’d need to be.

“I did—Ack! Jilly!!”

“Whack! Watch it, Jill!”

“Wot the? Smack!”

“Jilly,” Aisugriff was suddenly in front of her and had quickly, yet gently folded her little cousin’s wings back into a relaxed position though they were not set on her shoulders; rarely were Jilly’s wing still enough to be resting on her shoulders whether like a cape or like a cloak. Jilly was an easily excited hatchling and some questioned if she would ever calm down… then only time would tell. Jilly looked sheepishly startled up at her elder cousin and the griffon like blue gargoyle continued on, “you don’t have to open your wings to answer that question. I can hear your answer just as well as see it. Now I think you have a few gargoyles you need to apologias to.”

Jilly, still grinning sheepishly, helped those she’d knocked over up and apologized to those she had hit with her large wings. After that Jilly found the blue gargoyle taking a knee next to her and looking at her with a soft smile motioning the light blue hatchling to turn her ear to her beak.

“We’ll play it safe tonight,” Aisugriff told her, “I’ll take you up for your first glide but after your rookery brothers and sisters have all have had a try.”

“But, Aisu!” Jilly whined to the one gargoyle that was like an older sister to her. Aisugriff hushed her with a deep blue talon to her cousin’s pastel blue lips.

“I know it’s a bit of a punishment,” Aisugriff agreed to the unspoken words of her favorite cousin, “But think of it this way. Being last you’ll have more time than your clutch mates, and I’ll give you a few more pointers so you might look sharper in the air. This is our little secret though, right?” Jilly’s features broke into a huge smile and two of her sharp teeth showed happily as she nodded and whispered back just as most little kids do when they think they have a very good secret to keep.

“Don’t you worry, Aisu,” she once again called her cousin by one of her two nicknames, “I’ll keep that secret!” Aisugriff smiled and kissed the top of her little cousin’s head before she and her other rookery siblings started picking a few of the hatchlings to come with them for their first gliding lesson in the air. Jilly fidgeted with her very light pastel green colored jumper as she watched her rookery siblings awkwardly take their first glides around the courtyard. She had been the most active of her clutch mates and so the elders had to make a dress with shorts so that she would not somehow embarrass herself unwittingly because of her active ways.

It was nearly an hour later that Jilly finally found Aisugriff circling down with one of the hatchlings. After making sure he had his bearings once again on the ground the tall female walked over to the powder blue skinned blond. Jilly practically bounced up to her deep blue mentor causing the griffon like gargoyle to chuckle.

“Now?” she bubbled.

“That’s the tenth time you’ve asked me that tonight you know?” Aisugriff replied and soon found her little cousin latched onto her arm and yanking her towards the steps, which lead to the parapets that the others had been taking off from.

“Com’on, Aisu, we need to glide before sunrise is near!” Jilly piped to her cousin’s amusement.

“Yes, I know,” Aisugriff replied, playing along though she knew it would be impossible for them to actually see the act, “we can’t miss seeing the sun before we sleep.” Jilly nodded firmly in the reply as they reached the top and started to take a running leap off the side of the parapets. Suddenly Aisugriff’s arm was ripped from her grasp and a claw was around the excitable hatchling’s wrist.

“Hold on there, lass!” Aisugriff clapped her beak at Jilly and the hatchling looked back at her cousin who’s claw was holding her from taking her first glide. The young gargoyle pouted for a moment until Aisugriff explained herself.

“Now don’t give me that, you littler rogue!” Aisugriff chided her young friend, “We don’t need your mum crying her eyes out because you took a dive off the battlements!… Now, take my hand,” the deep blue claw let go of the hatchling’s wrist and offered it to her, palm up. Jilly placed her light blue claw in that of her cousins and both gargoyles held the other’s clawed hand firmly, “now, we walk up to the edge and spread our wings,” as one they did as Aisugriff said, “now, on the count of three we’ll both take a jump off the edge. Don’t worry if you don’t feel your wings catch a current right away, I’m here incase you fall.” Jilly nodded, her large eyes shining at her cousin’s nearly identically colored eyes, and licked her lips in anticipation.

“1… 2… 3!” Aisugriff commanded and they both jumped off the wall and into the air. Jilly felt herself falling for a split second then her wings caught an air current. She giggled joyously at her first feel of freedom on her wings. She felt Aisugriff’s grip lighten on her hand and in a quick motion the hatchling flicked her wrist and got out of her cousin’s grasp.

“Jilly!” Aisugriff scolded as the hatchling moved away from her in the same moment.

“I’m alright, Aisu,” the little blue gargoyle replied with a playful laugh and she maneuvered about the courtyard better than her rookery brothers and sisters.

“You’re doing well, Jill,” Aisugriff told her cousin watching the cheerful hatchling carefully though very proud of the seeming ease the hatchling took to gliding. If Aisu thinks that I’m doing this good, let’s see what she thinks of this! Jilly thought to herself in a cocky way. Thinking back to what Aisugriff had done in the end of her showing for the hatchlings before everyone tried their first glide, Jilly picked up a little speed and started to do a loop. Less than half way through the maneuver the hatchling suddenly felt herself falling, she’d lost one of the air currents allowing her to glide. With a scream, the light blue hatching hurdled towards the stone floor that was the courtyard. There were shouts of the hatchlings name before she found herself curled up in a ball safe in Aisugriff’s arms.

“Jilly, what were you thinking?” growled the adolescent gargoyle to the hatchling. Jilly couldn’t even look her cousin in the eye. She’d shammed herself in the face of her idol. All she’d tried to do was to be like her big cousin but ended up messing up the whole thing. Jilly cried into her cousin’s shoulder as Aisugriff circled about. The blue gargoyle sighed seemingly slightly annoyed, “Look Jilly, unless I say it’s alright don’t try any tricks that you haven’t tried before and gotten right.” The hatchling’s sobbing calmed some though the blue female could still feel a few tears every so often on her shoulder, “Come on, you wanna try it again, Jill? We’ll start from here. Just keep a hold on my hand this time, alright?” Jilly looked up at her cousin with tear bruised eyes though she smiled in reply with a nod. Giving quick instructions to the hatchling, Jilly was soon out of her cousin’s arms and in the air holding tightly to one of the claws that had saved her from a much worse fate than a lecture from her most favorite gargoyle other than her mother and father. She didn’t even see the glare from Leader at Aisugriff and her cousin wincing at it.

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