#[ Tw; .Father's.Day ]

[azurexalacrity]

( With .Father’s. Day only a day away, my brain just hatched a small little HC about this hedgie and his father here…

Sonic never knew his father when raised on his home island (or, the island that he’s been raised on for the majority of his childhood). Details about his parental figure were absent. Heck, even the lady who owns the orphanage and raises the children hasn’t heard a single peep about the man.

Thus, not wanting to crush the young lad’s dreams, the woman decided to chalk up a story for him: That his father was a lone traveler, surveying the skies in a plane and exploring the entire globe. She figured that would not to be too outrageous of a story, but in turn, that, unfortunately, sparked a new interest into Sonic:

To explore the outside world. Not exactly in search for his father, per se, but to become a traveler of his own and exploring the unknown. )

[azurexalacrity]

 A gloved hand caressed the wing of the plane, feeling the many scratches that unpeeled the gleaming red paint and left patches of rust over it. The bystander creased his brows in concern; on how such a thing of transportation has been brutally beaten by extreme weather. Tornadoes, water sprouts, perhaps even tsunamis or hurricanes. It surprised the young one more than anything that anyone that flew this plane has miraculously survived. Maybe with a few scratches, scrapes, and injuries here and there, but never to kill the pilot.

With little legs hoisting the kid up, he gripped the doorway and lifted himself up like monkey bars at a jungle gym. With one more step, his small body collapsed into the seat of the plane. Muttering an irritated “ow” and rubbing his forehead, he glanced over at the controls of the vehicle.

“Wow… Pa flew these planes?” It was a question that he can only hear, but unsure of how to answer. He heard tales; stories of how his father bested the winds of fierce, stormy nights and soared through the sky like a hawk. It made him wonder what kind of stories he’ll share once he meets him in person.

A small sigh pushed through his lips, but a smile came right after it. His fingers were wrapped over the handles, which he cannot help but dream of controlling this plane in the far future; maybe with his dad.

“I’ll see ya one day, Pa… one day.”