With Long shadows of the day

He caught her glance to his wings, and he hung them a little closer, the gesture almost demure and self-conscious. Some people seemed delighted by his wings, others upset. He wasn’t sure what Banshee’s opinion of them was. She had never really said one way or another - at least, not that he could recall. It was easily possible the memory had slipped away.

She put the thinking up to him, and he paused, wings fluttering downwards again as he considered. “We can… play in the stream and try and catch fish, or we could go hunting boar’s, or we could wrestle?” he offered. These were all the things he was beginning to find a love for.