Why? I'm perfectly comfortable up here. The dark blue teased.
"Aavaanaath, do I look like I have wings?"
Yes. Aavaanaath answered, perfectly serious.
G'vin blinked. "Ok, I walked into that one." He adjusted the heavy cloak he was wearing, not because it was cold, but to hide the pair of snowy white wings on his back.
I don't understand why anyone would want a couple of wherry wings sprouting from their back. You look like food. Besides, you can't even fly! What's the point of having wings if you can't use them?
"They're not wherry wings! Besides, it's a hereditary trait in my family."
What?
G'vin sighed. "It means everyone in my family has wings. Anyway, would you please come down from there now?"
Of course, anything for my wherry-winged rider. Aavaanaath teased, good-naturedly.
G'vin just rolled his eyes.
