With a frown, Sandy looked down, hiding her expression. She deliberately didn't answer his needling about her remark. When he changed the subject she was grateful, and hoped he'd simply allow the matter to drop.<br/><br/>Sandy fingered the feathers gently, her eyes thoughtful. She looked up at him with eyes more peaceful than they'd been since he returned.<br/><br/>"Its funny that I don't remember them. Maybe you kept them hidden from me before... or maybe you made me forget them. But... I have absolutely no memory of you having wings before... They're beautiful. And somehow, strong. You'd think wings would look feminine... but these look dangerous."<br/><br/>Though she tried to convince herself to do so, she couldn't seem to manage to pull away from him as she knew she should. Here, draped across his lap, wrapped in his arms, kept warm by his wings, she felt as if she could just exist in this moment for eternity and simply stay right here... happy till the end of time. She knew that wasn't true. Eventually she'd get bored. But for now, she couldn't bring herself to obey the logical voice inside of her that was screaming at her to behave in a more proper, dignified fashion.<br/><br/>She seemed unaware of the fact that her fingers were lightly tracing patterns on his chest as she snuggled against him. Warmth and contentment blossomed inside of her until she felt as if no other emotion existed.