MAEA
A lopsided grin was all reply he got to his guess. It would have to serve as an apology too, for snapping; it was just a sore spot. Her love interest was not exactly known for his chaste ways - there were a lot of people to be jealous of. Maea did not want to add Amun to that list.
"I see. I hope it goes well. Any place in particular you want to sail to?" There were a lot to choose from, Torchline was big. And there was a whole world beyond it too.
Having someone touch the wings was an odd sensation. Maea could feel his hand brush over the feathers, but it was a distant thing. Like the magical appendages were somehow wrapped in wool, or a bit numb. Maea shook her head, a little sadly. "They only appeared the other day. I haven't shown anyone else yet... I can move them alright, and they hardly weigh anything, but even if I try, there is no lift if I flap them. I think something vital is missing still..."
She folded one of the wings in to her back - it towered over her head, the long wingpens trailing out over the floor behind her - and gently maneuvered the other around, angling it so that she could brush silky feathers across his cheek. Maea wondered at the jealous tone, but was bolstered by the admiration. Straightened her back, with dawning confidence in her face. Perhaps she wouldn't mind showing them off a bit more, if this was the kind of reaction she would be met with. "You had wings too, once. Didn't you?" she asked him softly. Recalling what he'd said before, about his old semblance.
"I see. I hope it goes well. Any place in particular you want to sail to?" There were a lot to choose from, Torchline was big. And there was a whole world beyond it too.
Having someone touch the wings was an odd sensation. Maea could feel his hand brush over the feathers, but it was a distant thing. Like the magical appendages were somehow wrapped in wool, or a bit numb. Maea shook her head, a little sadly. "They only appeared the other day. I haven't shown anyone else yet... I can move them alright, and they hardly weigh anything, but even if I try, there is no lift if I flap them. I think something vital is missing still..."
She folded one of the wings in to her back - it towered over her head, the long wingpens trailing out over the floor behind her - and gently maneuvered the other around, angling it so that she could brush silky feathers across his cheek. Maea wondered at the jealous tone, but was bolstered by the admiration. Straightened her back, with dawning confidence in her face. Perhaps she wouldn't mind showing them off a bit more, if this was the kind of reaction she would be met with. "You had wings too, once. Didn't you?" she asked him softly. Recalling what he'd said before, about his old semblance.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
