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#Logan and Remy would dart onto the field to help the handful of students without feathered wings
stillebesat · 2 years
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Everywhere he looked, the only parental figures he could see were the ones who had feathered wings. 
Logan tensed, wings shaking as he leaned forward.  It couldn’t be. “Remy.” He whispered hoarsely, eyes raking the field again, searching for any sign of scale or skin among the adults on the field. 
There were none. 
“REMY.” He repeated, the roar of the crowd growing muted in his ears as he elbowed his friend to get his attention. 
“Geez Gurl, What? They’re about to take off!”
“Where are the other parents?” He hissed, grabbing his arm. 
Remy blinked, frowning down at the field. “They’re dow--” “No. Look.” Logan pointed, his finger shaking. “Those people all have feathers, Remy. Where are the ones like us? With the scales? The skin?” He couldn’t see anyone over the age of fifteen with bat wings, dragon wings, or even the more rare insect wings on the field.
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