The Sunspire got up before dawn, went down to the racetrack

no explicit permission is granted -- he wiggles in place for a moment before deciding that come on counts, since mama hasn't said anything. glancing back at her one more time the pudgy boy begins to waddle forward, his steps hesitant until excitement overturns his anxiety and he breaks into a shuffly run. when he reaches the wing he falls upon it -- literally -- rolling over it excitedly before landing on his belly and scooting to gnaw on the shiny feathers. 

pleased he looks up at the strange adult, shyly hiding his face behind the wing as best he can. "than'u," okeanos murbles, his tail wagging against the earth happily.