Stars flapped his wings delicately, their movement making an aurora of colors in his wake. He had a love for light in the sky, and enjoyed making the colors on his body glow, casting colors into the sky as he flies over head. His one little ability, he could create light. He prefers colored light, but white is just as good.
He flies casually through the night air, his head scanning the land below for a nice place to lie down and watch the stars. Finally he spots it, the perfect place. He swoops down to a patch of long grass, it looks soft almost. He floats above it then just stops. His wings tuck in and his body just hits the ground, his rump jiggling as he plops on it. He giggles aloud and then lays on his back, a comet flies by.
