Seeing Wings of Green

Chapter 7: The Joys of the Morning Song

The morning air was heavy with anticipation as we awaited the sun's rising. The sky was slowly getting lighter and more and more dragonets began to arrive to this clearing. The whole flock gathered like this every morning to sing what we had decided to call the Morning Song; an elaborate dance that we have instinctually done since we saw the sun rise the morning after our escape from the lab. No one knew what exactly caused us to do it every morning; but since we all had so much fun doing it, no one had really cared. The desire for us to fly and sing to the sun was almost as strong as the need to breathe, eat, or sleep.

We would vault ourselves into the air and sing our own individual melodious tunes that somehow worked together as one tune; much like a choir performing an expertly-written piece of music. As we sang, we would fly in intricate, completely random, yet complex patterns around each other (we relied on our instincts in order to avoid mid-air collisions).

It was possible to avoid the pull of the Morning Song, but the resisting individual was still fully aware of it and could feel it as he or she had to fight hard against the blood-deep instinctive pull that we all had. The instinct to perform the Morning Song easily defined us more than just as our mind voices or our fire-breathing ability. It brought us together in a way that could not be fully put into words; similar to how wolves howled to reinforce their social bonds within their pack. I had managed to stave off the pull of the Morning Song for around three days before I had finally given in and joined the rest of the flock. I had never attempted to do such a thing again, as I had felt awful during those three days. I had felt incredibly lethargic and suffered from headaches that were easily comparable to some of the worst migraines that I had gone through as a Human. It was not an experience that I wished to go through ever again.

Every evening, we voted on a location and would gather there the following day before the sun rose at dawn. As the sun started to peek above the horizon, I knew that it was only a matter of time before we would all take off into the sky to greet it. All around me, my flock mates were also watching the slowly rising sun with a stillness that I knew wouldn't last for that much longer.

I could feel today's song start to build in my heart. I had no Human experience that I could accurately use to compare it to. Finally, the instinctive drive to greet to sun made me take flight with a cry of joy and pretty soon, I was joined by my flock mates who were both unwilling and unable to remain still and silent as the world woke up all around us. I gave a low, long warble that somehow managed to flawlessly harmonize with the various trills, chirps, squawks, whistles, and hums that were being emitted from my flock mates around me.

I was high; not from any kind of drugs, but from life itself. I translated the joy that I was feeling over to my graceful movements and effortlessly elegant flight as I joined the others in serenading the sun as it climbed higher into the blue sky. But pretty soon, the unknown force that drove us to sing and dance for the sun every morning faded, and we split off to do our own things for the rest of the day. As the parents of some of the younger fledglings dropped down to join their tired offspring, I opted to fly up into the old Oak tree's canopy in order to better observe today's audience without being seen. In the beginning, we had tried to select areas that were pretty secluded from the main walking paths, but that hadn't deterred our watchers from observing our daily morning ritual.

It only took a few weeks after we had managed to sneak our way into the park until one of the Kymari had heard us and had come to watch us. Word of our Morning Song had spread fast, and now we had quite the audience that sought us out every morning, no matter where we sang. The number of Kymari that had come to watch us every morning had increased from around a dozen or so up until it was well around fifty individuals that showed up every day without fail. Thankfully, they kept their distance and just simply stood or sat as they watched us dance and sing for the sun. This behavior of ours was unique to us, and the Kymari found it fascinating and it had to be quite mesmerizing to watch from their perspective.