"It's Lerael, not Larry," the angel said in confusion. His name was not so difficult after all. And Larry wasn't even a proper name. Proper names ended with "-el" or "-le".
He looked at the brown something in his hand. Why was she throwing little pieces of it to the small creatures? That was rather complicated. Lerael tossed the whole thing onto the ground, nearly hitting one of the creatures.
"Birds," he mumbled. "Their wings look different from ours." He flapped his own pair unconsciously.