Rohan stepped out of the house and immediately opened his wings, flying into the horizon with his son clutched in his arms. It was only when they were high in the sky that Angel's cries suddenly stopped. He fisted his small hands around the front of Rohan's shirt and looked out in fascination, rather than fear, at the horizon. His dark eyes widened, and the black veins on his face and neck slowly began to disappear.
Though his little body still trembled from the aftermath of his sobs, no sound came from his slightly parted lips as he looked around in silent awe.
Rohan's tense body finally relaxed when he saw the look in the boy's eyes. He realized flying with him had done what his furious voice had failed to achieve.