Sunlight? Or Birdlight?

Kai was enjoying the sunlight. If you could even call a flying bird of fire the sun. Or the flames that come from him sunlight. Maybe you would call it birdlight.

Kai was enjoying the birdlight.

He was laying down on a reclining beach chair.

Enjoying a tropical drink. A piña colada, which is a tropical drink made with pineapple and rum.

There is nothing more comfortable than chilling on top of your giant, flying ship.

Art had climbed up the sides of the ship. She had been searching for him for the past five minutes. Every time she could not find him, she simply went to the top of the airplane. he, she figured out, enjoyed high places.

“Hey”

Kai took off his sunglasses.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing really,” she said.

Kai looked at her with a more pondering attitude.

He really had no idea what she was thinking, nor what she wanted.