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Julian
- His wings look much like a raven's, except where there would be shades of blue when the light hits them, it's deep burgundy for him
- Generally so sleek that he can fold them alongside his oversized coat and they're almost impossible to differentiate
- One oddly humorous side effect of this is the way it affects his body language. Being such an expressive storyteller, his coat will look like it has a life of its own as he wildly gestures along
- Not the best at remembering to take care of them and will melt into a puddle of affection-starved goo as soon as you start helping him preen and maintain them. Loves rambling about the anatomy
- Repurposes his own shed feathers as quills
- Likes wrapping them around you when he's giving you one of his all-encompassing hugs, otherwise, he keeps them in his space
- Will get sooo fluffed out when you fluster him that his coat will start flapping like it's in a storm and his wings will get even bushier than his eyebrows. Feathers will start to fly if it's intense
- Much prefers walking to flying unless absolutely necessary, but will make exceptions if it's to go on an adventure with you
Asra
- Their wings are closely tied to their magic, and as such are very difficult to fully comprehend. They look like gravity-defying water
- More specifically, his wings look a fairy's or a fly's wings, translucent with ever-shifting swirls and patterns, subtly glowing with a myriad of colors that blend into a pearly blue-ish purple
- Their wings are also something they generally don't show in public - they fold down below their shoulders like a cape and lie flat below their rainbow coat. They don't care to draw attention to them
- Nobody knows what exactly wing maintenance involves, all you know is that every full moon or so he goes swimming in the cave and seems extra glowy afterwards
- Can and will use them like prisms during lazy mornings sleeping in and scatter rainbows all over the place
- Has been known to paint on them like stained glass when they're bored. They do invite you to join in, but they're awfully ticklish
- Tends to idly hover when he flies, but the one or two times you've seen him motivated to go fast he practically flashes across the sky. You're sure he's cheating aerodynamics somehow but he won't tell
Nadia
- While the shape of her wings resembles an owl's, their gauzy, shimmery surface look almost like a butterfly's - if a butterfly's wings could fold back and drape elegantly along golden lines
- The deep royal purple of them and the pink shimmer when the light hits them makes them look deceptively delicate. Nadia's wings are not fragile in the slightest
- You did see her incorporate them into her swordplay, once, and the impact of one of them hitting her opponent sent them sailing across the ring. They are not to be messed with
- While she doesn't show them off, she's not shy about them either. She spends hours maintaining them and coordinates ornaments for them to match her outfit and the occasion
- Loves cupping one around your shoulders and back whenever you stand next to her, both to warm you and to protect you
- Can gain the attention of a room of nobles simply by fluttering them, and uses this skill regularly and effectively
- Will lightly brush your jaw with them when she walks by
- Flies like a fighter jet. You've never seen acrobatics like these
Muriel
- He dislikes his wings about as much as he dislikes the rest of his body, which is both saddening and par for the course
- Like the rest of him, his wings are strong, big, heavy, and thick. You'd compare them to a bat, but the fur on the outside is as long and coarse as a bear's and there are powerful sinews throughout
- You don't find this out for a while, but the insides of his wings are warm and leathery, covered in soft fine hairs, and very safe and comforting when you need shielding from harsher elements
- Very self-conscious about the scarring and size of them
- Keeps them folded in so tightly they look permanently cramped and uncomfortable, and only fully extends them when he absolutely has to. He does avoid flying because of this
- As for the scarring - well - it's crisscrossed all over after years of combat, the edges are shredded and tattered in places, and you can tell where some bones and cartilage broke and healed crooked
- The first time he let you sit behind him, wash and comb the fur, and finally moisturize them, he was able to let them hang loose for the rest of the day without needing to draw them in again
Portia
- She has bird wings much like her brother, but they're considerably fluffier, stronger, and have the colors of a warm sunset
- Keeps them neatly folded against her back while she's working, but otherwise they're fluffing and twitching and swaying behind her while she's laughing and chatting with you and her friends
- Switches between flying and walking without thinking about it - she needs to get across the canal? She's not bothering with a bridge, she's taking a hop, flap, and a flutter to the other side
- Loves using them to snuggle you. Whether it's casual brushes against your arms, folding around your waist to hug you, resting over your head when it starts to rain, it's all fair game
- This is overall very pleasant, because she takes thorough care of them and the downy soft undersides feel like falling into the fluffiest cloud you could possibly imagine
- Will use them to nudge people out of the way if she feels like her (or your) personal space isn't being respected
- Her wings are so feather-dense that she does shed quite a lot and you find sunset feathers anywhere she sits or lies down
Lucio
- He loves showing them off and he hates comments about their traits. Morga once told you that they were snowy white when he was a child, but over the years got streaked with red and black
- They're webbed, thin enough to look like frost, with fine golden veins. Over time the sinews and bones took on crimson and charcoal black colors and he's rather proud of the effect
- What he's less likely to flaunt is the deep, jagged scar slicing through one side that he got when he lost his arm
- He effectively turned it into artwork with a golden tattoo, but he still tends to carefully position his gauntlet to cover for it
- This in no way stops him from parading his wings otherwise. They're always halfway unfurled, poised like he's about to take flight, and matching his face for expressiveness
- Startle him, and they'll fly above his head in shock before they ruffle and bristle and rustle around his shoulders as he loudly insists that he wasn't surprised at all, just playing along, no really!
- Likes gently booping your nose with them to get your attention
- Tends to compare his wings to others when he's insecure