"One of my sisters. She's still somewhat traumatized after being changed, so it's going to take work. But I don't think he is afraid of it." She wasn't sure her sister would work out well for him. But she hoped for them both.
She'd have to make time. "Maybe you can describe some of the Spring Court again. Maybe I can do it some justice." Maybe she would have better skill than she'd had as a human. She hadn't done badly with the cottage.
They were steps from the elevator. "I can winnow and fly but not very far. Flying makes you harder to be detected." She caught her lower lip with her teeth. Why not?
With a breath, Illyrian wings grew from her back. Large and black. She stretched them to their full height in the hallway. A skill she had gotten from Tamlin, twisted to work in the Night Court.