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[First, Saleh has a small, random inquiry.]

I have been curious of something as of late. Are there any citizens who have natural wings in their own world? Were your wings altered when you were brought into this world?

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[Since another New Feather Cycle is upon them, Saleh is once again attending to his duty in the forest. He visits the Welcome Center to pick up supplies, then carries them out to the New Feather stations. Once he replenishes the station, he'll tidy it up a bit, straighten out the sheets on the bed, and fold an extra blanket on top of it. When that's done, he'll pick up a sack with an extra blanket to take out into the forest in case he meets a freezing newcomer.]

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[Shoulders hunched against the cold, Isaac forged onwards with his spear in hand, his high-heeled boots plunging through soft snow. His skin was studded with goosebumps; metal and leather alone, of course, did not provide good insulation, and he was wearing little more over his upper body than a black, waist-length cape with but one clasp at the neck to hold it shut. His dragon, Balaur, had been summoned to melt a path through larger mounds of snow with its fiery breath, and between commands, it huddled over his shoulder beneath his cloak for warmth, its breath hot on his skin.

Isaac simply hated chilly weather, but the fact of the matter was that he could not avail himself of his teleportational ability without first familiarizing himself with Luceti's geography, notable locations, and landmarks first.

All things would come together in time, he reminded himself.]

[It wasn't long before Saleh spotted the figures ahead. Both Isaac and his dragon had an odd appearance that took Saleh off guard for a moment. He didn't speak at first, but he brought his sack forward from his shoulder, ready to offer it to the newcomer if needed. He stopped and watched the person as he walked.]

Hmm...?

[Feeling someone's gaze lingering on him, he paused and slanted a sharp, sidelong glance, his eyes glinting under his hood. The irises were a chilling, almost luminous white, starkly contrasting his dark pupils.]

What are you looking at? [He hissed, seeming every bit a wary, wild animal - and then sneered in amusement, his stare deliberately fixed and unblinking. The wind was fierce, but his pride was fiercer still; he resisted the urge to shiver as best he could, but it was only a matter of time before his body betrayed him, racked by little tremors.]

Edited 2012-01-08 00:39 (UTC)

[She comes as Mercury to answer this one.]

Although I haven't seen it in my world, in a world very similar to mine, there are people capable of using wings at will.

Edited 2012-01-08 01:03 (UTC)

[The newcomer's eyes make Saleh wary as well, but his posture is unwavering.]

...Nothing. However, you look cold. I have a spare blanket, if you need it.

Have any of them arrived in Luceti?

A long time ago. [Something about her tone suggests this is not particularly a line of thought she wishes to pursue.]

Had their wings been altered when they were here?

They had the wings everyone else here has. [Sort of. It's a bit hard to explain, when the wings aren't always a part of their form anyway.]

Nothing~?. [Isaac echoed, bursting into a gleeful laugh like a man on the brink of a nervous breakdown.] ...Is that right? [His smile tightened in an instant and some undefinable emotion flickered across his face, seemingly a warning that he was intending to do something violent on an impulse.

But instead, the devil forgemaster was taken off guard by Saleh's offer. He gazed back with a blank expression for a beat too long, standing still, his breath misting in the air.

Why would anyone- -

Damn it... what was he doing?

His lips peeled back, his eyes freezing over once more - and he fixed an ugly look on Saleh as if the fellow had offered him a bowl of poisoned broth to drink.

Trickery!]

I need not your pity nor your charity!! [He spat fiercely, throwing an arm out to the side as if to backhand someone behind him.]

My wings weren't messed with, but I still hate having an extra pair. It's just plain tacky.

[Rydia's puttering about the Welcome Center, relieved that the snow has stopped falling for now. She hums to herself, emerging from the kitchen with some hot cider to settle down at one of the tables and look over her shopping list for the place.]

[Saleh watched the man's gestures and expressions. He could see it all - the anger, the instability, and that violent tendency. As he had no interest in receiving the violence, Saleh decided that he'd better leave.]

Very well. I'll take my leave, then.

[He refrained from mentioning the nearby station so as not to endanger any other newcomers that may use it. Now the sage turned and began to leave, heading farther from the New Feather station.]

So you kept your own wings? That's good to hear. Though I can imagine that having an extra pair would be difficult.

Mine have remained as they were before.

Seriously. And who ever heard of a four-winged pegasus pony? They shoulda just left me with my real wings and called it a day.

[With an indignant smirk, Isaac watched him go; but, to his annoyance, he did not feel quite as satisfied as he would have liked. The stranger's little display of generosity left a bad taste in his mouth, stirring up some annoying little feeling inside him, a dull, intangible ache from which he could take no pleasure.

A human caring for his well-being. (At least, he believed Saleh was human.) He narrowed his eyes, the thought stewing away inside him. Humans - compassionate, loving, God-fearing humans - would readily kill their dearest neighbour on the mere accusation of her being a witch, he mused.

Snorting with contempt, he pressed on, as cold as ever.]

I'm not certain if they gave us these wings on purpose. I believe it may be this world's natural shift.

[But the other comment pings him, sort of.]

...You're a pegasus?

Not just a pegasus. Back home, I'm the fastest flyer around!

Is that so? [He's not sure how fast pegasi can fly, so he doesn't seem too impressed. But he's not going to deny her claim either.]

We have a pegasus population in one of the kingdoms in my world as well.

[Saleh enters the Welcome Center, tired from all the walking. He's still carrying the sack with the blanket in it, so he walks across the room to stow it in one of the cabinets for the time being. He glances at Rydia as she works, debating whether to join her at the table, or call it a day and head home. So he'll stand for now, with a far-off look in his eyes.]

Is that so?

[So the general consensus so far is that the natural wings are unaffected.]

I see. Thank you.

[She glances up, after a moment.]

Saleh? Oh, come sit down! You look as though you could use the chance to relax and get warm. Do you want some cider?

[He glances over at her as his chain of thought is interrupted.]

Rydia...yes, thank you.

[He goes to join her at the table.]

[She shoves her mug over.]

I haven't taken a sip. Go and have it, I'll just get more.

[And she does just, rising from her chair to head to the kitchen for just a moment.]

How was it outside? Besides 'cold'?

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