#;switch

Switch had lived through all sorts of torture, but he was pretty sure he was going to die of boredom, right here in this hotel room. Aura had spent at least a billion years getting them “settled in,” which was Aura-talk for “hovering around and making sure Switch and Ace didn’t get into trouble.” She was always worried about them “getting into trouble,” although she said it in a much nicer way. Not like Radar, who would just snap at him whenever he didn’t like what he was doing. Neither of the Flock’s so-called parental figures particularly bothered him, though, and they definitely didn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. He thought you needed to “get into trouble” now and then. It kept things fresh.

And so when Aura left, apparently satisfied that Crunch and Miranda would keep him out of trouble (as if Crunch wasn’t just as reckless -- and an awful influence on Miranda, besides), Switch trotted over to Ace. “Let’s go for a fly, dude,” he suggested. “Scope out the area. See what’s around.” He supposed that they could just walk around to accomplish that, but he much preferred flying. Even though it was a little dangerous flying around below the crowds, especially with his brightly-feathered wings, he wanted to do it. He felt like flying, and he wasn’t about to let anything stop him from doing what he wanted to do. Besides, he was curious about what the town had to offer.