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Grian couldn’t fly.
But he wished he could-
Ever since the borrower discovered he was part parrot hybrid
That longing inside him only cried out more to take to the sky.
But-…
He never grew wings.
He was grounded.
Not even the artificial wings called Elytra could work for him considering they were a hundred times too big.
Xisuma had offered to fly while holding Grian once.
But Grian couldn’t bring himself to say yes.
It wouldn’t be the same.
That until one fateful day, where the server’s local blaze born Invited Grian over to his base.
Even offered him a ride over on his shoulder-
“No elytra-?”
“Nah buddy, we’re close enough to walk- might as well right?” Tango replied in a chipper voice.
Grian agreed doing his best to get comfortable as they made their way over to the blaze’s base.
Tango humming cheerfully as they went.
Grian actually liked listening to it, before he had officially met any of the hermits, the borrower would sneak into Tango’s very unfinished builds and Redstone just to listen to him hum and grumble
Quality entertainment right there.
But it had been a while since Grian had been back to Tango’s base
So image the awe he felt when they crested the hill past Pearl’s base to too an incredible steampunk factory perched on its own hill proudly.
Grian’s jaw dropped in awe
Much to Tango’s delight.
Tango pushed forward and up to his factory, quite quickly after that.
The steampunk base was loud, with grinding gears churning and steam whistles blowing.
But it also seemed to be full of magic and whimsy at the same time. As little robots carried out tasks and mischief.
Grian looked up at everything in awe from his perch atop Tango’s shoulder.
“You built all this Tango!??”
“Yeeeuppers!” Tango beamed.
Quite literally as the harmless flames that danced in place of hair glowing brighter in pride.
“This place isn’t just for looking pretty though- it where I build all my inventions too!”
“Inventions? What kind of inventions??”
“Why don’t you see for yourself-“ Tango walked over to a central desk that held a multitude of tools, tiny gears and thin copper rods.
Tango brought a hand up to cup his hand around the borrower and place him in front of a pile of those same copper rods, gears and- leather?
“What is this?”
Tango snickered, “here maybe you’ll be able to tell what it is like this-“
The blaze took the pile and spread it out.
Grian’s eyes widened.
It was a pair of wings.
Only.
They were his size!!!
They had leather straps like a backpack and a canister for fuel.
“Suma mentioned you’ve been wanting to fly- so I figured I could whip something up. It should theoretically work but… wanna help me test them?”
Grian looked up at Tango and his madman like grin.
If the borrower’s heart could melt out of his chest it would’ve
“I’d love to Tango, this is-… literally… thank you.”
Tango beamed once more lighting up the dim steampunk vibes. “of course, anything for you my friend- now I’ve got a room full of pillows ready for the testing. Are you ready?”
Grian grinned, excitement aching in his bones.
“Yeah let’s do