Lightning Dust didn’t have to be cajoled or persuaded, but immediately angled herself down and dove for the chair. Lucky followed as best she could, but she had no chance of catching her mother in her element. The suit had not been built to aid in flight—it’s wing-covers seemed more like the gloves human space-suits had for astronauts. Just enough mobility to accomplish basic tasks, but still incredibly disadvantageous for getting anything done. Lucky couldn’t make fine adjustments with individual feathers. Well duh. All my feathers are covered.