Juniper’s wings twitched again, the only outward sign of her interest in what had just been said about Mira’s brother and his tail. A split second later, though, her expression revealed her surprise. “A tail?” She asked. That was something she could sympathise with, but she supposed a tail was easier to hide than huge wings that didn’t even fold flat against her back. “Oh wow.”
She rubbed her neck and then put her bag on the floor, lacing her fingers together for lack of anything better to do with her hands. “It must have been nice, though, having siblings? I don’t have any, it was just me and my mom and dad.”
She wet her lips, “How old were you when you became different?”