Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1325666053 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1308910879 First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1270574128 ~~~~~~~~ ⊹₊ ⋆ ɢʟᴀssᴡɪɴɢ ⊹₊ ⋆ Today, they were finishing their Metamorphosis tapestries, but Glasswing couldn’t seem to concentrate and his talons shook, catching on the silk weaving. It was the second to last day before he and Flicker would be assigned to a job by the HiveWings. It was the second to last day before he and Flicker would move on to live in their own silk cells. But that wasn’t what was worrying him. What worried him more was his wings. Instead of regular SilkWing wings, his were translucent, more like a HiveWing’s. He didn’t tell anyone, even Flicker, about his recurring dreams, where HiveWings noticed his wings and learned that he was a hybrid. He’d tried to hide them, but his mind kept drifting back to the cold, emotionless eyes in his dreams. “Glasswing, don’t look so worried!” Flicker exclaimed, startling him out of his thoughts. “We’ll still see each other!” “Sure,” Glasswing nodded absentmindedly. If only she knew about my dreams, he thought. “I just hope they give us good jobs,” Flicker said, bringing him back to the present, then lowered her voice to a hesitant whisper that Glasswing had never heard her use before. “It’s kind of a lot going on. We got our wings, and now we’re moving out of our cell, and being assigned a job… I’m actually pretty nervous too, so I get it.” She looked up, meeting her brother’s eyes. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of it.” Glasswing blinked back. “That’s true,” he sighed. I just hope nothing goes wrong.
