"But I don't have wings." Thomas blinked and spent a moment turning round to see if maybe he had grown some recently. He was definitely sad knowing he didn't have any. Why hadn't that crone at least given him something more exciting than this stupid body?
"It can't be the only way to travel. My f..feet." He paused to remember the word, only a short pause. "My feet do just fine. But, your wings are very pretty. Are they soft? Fragile? Does it tickle when you touch them?" The girl had been here for such a short time before he'd been stuffed into this too small and sometimes smelly body, that he hadn't gotten a chance to really see how she reacted to certain things and her wings.