[He does so like looking himself over in a mirror. If only to catalog new scars versus the old and consider where it was he might need to expand his design to hide them. What he doesn't expect is the barest edge of a feather peeking up over his shoulder. Zev blinks, turns halfway, and stares.
Wings.
Why does he have wings?]
...so [He clears his throat, paints his grin on once more, and smirks back at the woman.] Anyone is able to simply purchase my hard earned goods? That does not seem terribly fair.
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Wings.
Why does he have wings?]
...so [He clears his throat, paints his grin on once more, and smirks back at the woman.] Anyone is able to simply purchase my hard earned goods? That does not seem terribly fair.