Snippet #2378453

"Will your wings get heavy if you get them wet?" Elysia was drawn out of her rapidly darkening thoughts by the sound of his voice. Stilling her hand so that it rested on her hip, she looked towards him. "If so you can use the remains of my shirt to cover them. I don't mind at all." "I'm not sure, but with my ability it wouldn't take long to dry them if they did, so you can keep your shirt. Although... If you wanted to take it off I certainly wouldn't complain." She giggled quietly, smiling at him.

"Hey Elysia? How do you control your wings anyway. Is it like a muscle or something? I always wondered what it'd be like to have wings and fly like the birds." She blinked a couple of times. "I've never really thought about it, I've always been able to use them, for as long as I can remember. I suppose it would be like a muscle... Sometimes they react without me wanting them to, so they can be annoying. But, I can't imagine being without them."