breath of fresh air through smoke rings

He was surprisingly patient with her questions. Finch found herself warming to him immediately, knowing she'd made quite the spectacle of herself (and his wings) and yet he'd still pleasantly indulged her. She soaked in his answers with rapt attention, her eyes turning into saucers when he moved the wing up and down as he stretched and wiggled his toes. Trying to catch herself before she embarrassed herself further, she flicked her gaze away from his wings and giggled at his outstretched toes instead. "That's seriously incredible! Does that kind of thing run in your family?" Surely one more little question wouldn't hurt!

Finnie almost vibrated with excitement when he extended the wing towards her. "Oh, I'm Finch!" She sputtered before reaching out and running a dexterous healer's paw along the length of his wing. The feathers were thick and glossy. "Wow..." She said, half to herself, before looking back to Wylan: "Ah! I'm from Avalon. We're a bit south from you, but I've heard about the Armada! And the market!" It must be thrilling to live in such a busy place, but she couldn't quite picture herself outside of the quiet splendor of Avalon just yet.