Soaring with Sylvia and Spawn

[Family Flight] //tooltip- Spend some time soaring through the skies with your moth family.
You're not quite sure what causes it, but an idea jumps into your mind as you look towards your moth lover. However, it doesn't just involve the two of you, but your daughter as well. You [walk] up to Sylvia and ask her if she would be up for a family outing.

[say:Of course, [name],] she says, looking curious, [say:but what exactly did you have in mind?]

You mention that given that all three of you have wings, it would be a shame if you never enjoyed the grandeur of flight together. When you say this, the moth-girl's eyes light up more than you would have expected, and she vigorously nods.

[say:That's a great idea!] she responds, her voice rising up above its usual whisper. [say:She's been a bit reluctant, but I know she'll love flying with her [father|parents].] She smirks. [say:It might be difficult to get her to admit that, though.]

Well, you have one moth on board, so you go to retrieve the other. The two of you make your way over to Dolores's room and cautiously enter. As usual, she's reading something, though she seems particularly engrossed this time, her nose stuck so far in the book that she doesn't even notice you until you tap her on the shoulder.

[say:Gahhhello, [Father]!] she says, a multitude of emotions warring on her face. [say:Wh-What brings you— Oh, both of you.] She pauses. [say:Is... Um, is there a problem?]

You quickly assure her that there's no problem at all, but that instead you've got a proposal for her. You would like her to come outside with you and her mother for a family activity.

She narrows her eyes. [say:[if (oyakodon) {This isn't going to be anything weird, is it|Is that really all}]? I was, um... in the...] She glances up at your face and suddenly looks a lot more uncertain. [say:Oh, bother. Yes, fine, I would be happy to. Just don't expect much,] she adds with a blush.

That's fine, this is meant to be a fun excursion for the lot of you. You're certain she'll have a good time, you tell her, though Dolores doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm.

[Next]

All three of you exit the cave together, parents flanking daughter. You're already on the look for a good takeoff point, but before you can proceed any further, Sylvia taps your shoulder to draw your attention, giving you a nod and a little smile. Well, there's still some forest cover here, but it should be clear enough, you suppose.

[say:I-I-I, um... What do I—]

Before anyone could answer her question, Sylvia shoots up with a great thrust of her wings, nearly knocking Dolores off her feet. However, she doesn't go very far, electing to just hover in the air a bit above your heads.

[say:It's lovely out,] she calls down. [say:Really just wonderful conditions.]

Your daughter still looks a bit uncertain, so you take her hand in yours, causing her to startle just slightly. With calming words, you slowly coax her to start beating her wings in unison with you. After only a few moments, she's able to adopt the same pace as you, and without giving her the opportunity to back out, you lift up in the air, pulling her with you.

It's a bit awkward at first with the two of you holding hands, but with surprising quickness, you're able to find a balance that has the two of you in a stable position. You can feel Dolores's nervousness and inexperience, but it only makes you want to go even further to comfort her, to make her feel just as at ease in the air as you. And so, with a gentle tug on her hand, you lead her up and over to Sylvia, the older moth letting out a pleased giggle at seeing her daughter

[say:So, ah, what do we do?] asks Dolores.

[say:Why, fly!] comes the answer. Sylvia takes the lead, slowly and carefully moving up in a lazy arc that puts you just above the treeline. Having broken through the normally dense cover in the bog, you find it to be surprisingly bright up here, the light of the [sun] [if (day) {making the atmosphere feel positively cheery|illuminating the branches in an oddly beautiful way}]. You never really thought that this place would look nice, but up here, with your family, it manages to do so.

Still, there's no time to sit and stare—you've got flying to do. You make sure your daughter is comfortable before letting go of her hand and allowing her to support herself. Her flight is somewhat shaky at first, but she gets there, and the three of you are soon soaring over the swamp at a decent clip. Dolores looks a little bit uncomfortable, but you've known her her whole life, so you're able so spot the hint of excitement underneath.

Her mother must feel similarly, as without a sound, she suddenly speeds forward, leaving the two of you in the dust. You're about to say something to the younger moth when she shocks you by following suit, her wings beating at an irregular pace as she strains to match her mother's speed. You're a bit unsure of this, but when you catch up to the pair, the look on Dolores's face silences all of your doubts. It's a look that you want to keep in your mind forever, and you try your best to engrave it in your memory over the following minutes as you all glide, jet, and gust through the skies with an elated freedom.

However, it's not long before you notice her start to flag a bit. Sylvia seems even more sensitive than you, as she's already stopping mid-air and gesturing for Dolores to come over. The three of you softly descend to the ground, but even when you touch down, you feel strangely light on your [feet], as if you aren't quite meant to be here.

[say:You were wonderful,] Sylvia says, sweeping her daughter into a hug.

[say:A-Ah, yes, well... Thank you, Mother,] she responds, a blush on her face as expected.

Your flight has actually taken you a decent bit of the way back to camp, and you've been out long enough that you should probably check in, so you break the spell by telling the moths your plans. Sylvia nods, looking maybe a slight bit disheartened, but your daughter gives you a gorgeous grin.

[say:Thank you for taking me out, [Father]. I, um, enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would.]

You respond in kind and then set off, still with that strange feeling in your breast.