As she laid down she asked, "are there any stories of hybrid humans around here?"  It was a strange question, with little clear meaning.<br/>For her, though it was a way of knowing if she could spread her wings in front of him. if the local stories didn't paint them as monsters it was safe to do so. She needed a few days to rest before continuing on her way, but keeping her wings closed would be uncounterable at best.<br/><br/>Most people saw her kind as monsters that cause the world to come crashing down as it did. Which wasn't true, even if it was it wasn't on purpuse. She patiently waited for his answer hoping that there weren't bad sorties about winged monsters lurking about she could let them out for a bit.<br/><br/>"like to know the local stores, in case it seems like a strange question"