On-Vacation Solarflare
Chosen by Eclipse. Featuring Mirage.

"No, no, Illusion, come back here."

Solarflare struggled not to laugh as she dipped her toes in the warm Mediterranean waters, arched her back and let the Grecian sun fall on her monochromatic armor. On her right, Spectrum was using an Autobot-sized pail and shovel to make a lopsided sandcastle. The avian femme grinned as her spark-daughter's piercing shriek of joy cut through the idyllic air, followed by Mirage's grunts as he chased her up and down the beach -- all in fun, of course.

Peace was nice, so very, VERY nice.

"Momma, look."

Flare twisted slightly so that she still kept the sun on her crest, arching one brow ridge to peer at her son's newest construction. She smiled. "Looks wonderful, honey. Are you going to add a moat?"

Spectrum pouted, his face a mixture of avian sharpness and Tower nobility. "Metroplex doesn't have a moat, Momma."

The grey femme blinked, leaned forward to peer at it more closely. Well, if you could call a six foot lump of white-gold sand "Metroplex" ... She reached out and flicked her spark-son's nose. "Of course, sweetie. But, Metroplex could ... if he went to England. Remember those castles that Chromedome teaches about in school?"

Spectrum's face screwed up as he strove to remember the scientist's words. "Yeah, I guess so." He turned around to stick his shovel back in, then looked over his shoulder. "Can we go to England, Momma?"

Flare purred, wrapping her arms around her spiked knees. "One vacation at a time, Spec. Daddy's credits might be coming in fast, but we still need to save up for our Tower estate."

Spectrum considered this adult matter, then promptly forgot about it as the lure of the sand proved too much for him. Solarflare's smile only stretched wider, and she reclined once more, taking in the sight of Illusion and her spy splashing around in the clear blue ocean. Yes, she needed this vacation ...