It was a long way down. Fyir hardly dared to look as he perched on the roof, tail wrapped around his legs and his talons digging into the roof. He could see his mother above him, little more than a black silhouette against the outline of the moon. If he wanted to join her, he'd have to make the jump.
Fyir whimpered and reluctantly spread his wings. He felt very small, especially beside his mother's immensity. He took a deep breath and, with an undignified squawk, hurled himself off the roof and into the black oblivion of the night sky.