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Nevada dove with Mercy, then spread her wings out a little to slow her fall. She drifted down to the ground, following after Mercy and tucking in her wings tightly. She was relieved that they weren't Erasers, but they were still a danger. Nevada tugged on Mercy's hair. She had always loved her hair, so long and pretty... It was then that she remembered she had wanted to ask something and Mercy would likely beat the stuffing out of her if she just went around pulling on her hair.

"What do we do if they see our uh..." She trailed off, since she had no idea how to spell the word 'wings'. It was funny, because she'd had them for as long as she could remember, but she had no idea how to spell the word. "Our wi-ng-s." Nevada shrugged, deciding it would be better to just stretch out the word as supposed to trying to spell something out.