Wing: *smiles and nods and will lead them away. It'll be a bit of a walk, but they'll reach the edge if the field and Wing will motion invitingly.*

Stars: *scans the open sky, studies Wing a moment, and then the sky again, looking for any possible trap, and then he'll leap up and take off, his wingmates having warning only because they're in his spark.*

*Sparks soaring, TC and Warp /shoot/ off after him without hesitation, Warp with a shrill WHOOP of joy*

Stars: *revels in the feeling of being in the air, of being whole and without pain as he soars high above everything. His spark is so full that he would be weeping with joy were he capable of it, as it is he's laughing. He'll just /fly/ for a bit, but then he'll slow a bit and fall in with his wingmates, tapping wingtips to each before leading them in a joyous display of...well, play, dancing, whatever one wants to call it.*

*TC would also be crying if he could.  He's silent but for the roar of his turbines, /reveling/ in the freedom of flight, the freedom from pain, the freedom from restraint and threat and looming punishment.  Warp, on the other hand, is whooping, laughing and shouting, turning loops and barrel rolls and just going /crazy/ for the first several minutes.  The three fly each on his own until Stars pulls back a bit, the other two falling into line on reflex . . . and then they're reveling in flying with /each other/, playing and dancing around one another in sheer joy.*