â€œObviously your guests havenâ€™t been to the right fae gatherings, then,â€ Aria replied, obviously amused both by her memories and the thought of fae that are shy about bodies. Shy about situations she could understand, shy about the act of being free from the bindings of clothes was a little more difficult.<br/><br/>She waited, careful not to move, as Scholar mixed things and worked through the problem. Now and then she could feel the effects of what he spread over her back, and knew that it was doing something. She only hoped it was working. Her heart practically plummeted when Scholar said that he wasnâ€™t sure he could continue.<br/><br/>Aria jumped slightly, the first movement she had taken in what seemed like hours, when Phoenix jumped from his place by the window. As he walked out of the room Aria began to steel herself to the facts. It wasnâ€™t going to work. She had asked too much. It was too good to be true and she should have realized that it was not something that could be a reality so easily. She stared at him in shock and confusion when he returned with a feather.<br/><br/>The moment Scholar released them, Aria inhaled sharply and grabbed the edge of the table to keep from falling over as magic coursed through her body. The wings unfolded slowly from her shoulders as something more than the bindings Scholar had to be able to see through and more than an illusion.<br/><br/>Aria knew them, even if she couldnâ€™t see them. They would be translucent, gold along the thin structure and the veins and light blue in the inner webbing. Rather like butterfly wings scaled to her own size, they were deceptive. Delicate in their detail and fragile in appearance, the wings were physically strong, strengthened by magic.<br/><br/>There was a moment of shock in which she was completely silent. Slowly, though, her shoulders began to shake. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she couldnâ€™t get her throat to work for a time. She couldnâ€™t tell if she was going to cry or not. Then laughter bubbled up out of her, so filled with joy that they sounded on the edge of hysterics. â€œYou, sir, are absolutely brilliant.â€ Twirling around suddenly, she kissed Scholar on his feathered cheek. â€œI owe you for this assistance. I cannot tell you how much this means to me.â€ A look of mischief flashed through her eyes and without warning she pushed off from the ground, her wings fluttering as she flew.<br/><br/>Her laughs echoed through the room when she suddenly careened to the left, just catching herself against the wall with one foot and a hand to keep from crashing into it. â€œItâ€™s exactly like being drunk!â€ She chuckled, feeling the magic flooding her bloodstream. She had forgotten what that power felt like. Itâ€™s sudden appearance was intoxicating.<br/><br/>But she had a mission. Pushing off from the wall, she flew her way to up to Phoenixâ€™s perch. Intending to catch herself on the edge of the alcove, she missed and practically fell onto him. She didnâ€™t apologize for the mishap, however. Instead she grinned up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. â€œThank you, Pheonix!â€ Quickly she gave him his own kiss. â€œI can fly again!â€ she exclaimed and suddenly her face fell into something that was shock again and she sat down on the edge of the window. â€œI can fly againâ€¦â€ she whispered, obviously processing everything that this meant to her.<br/><br/><br/>[[[Hahaha. So. Still in the process of working out my next character(s). Iâ€™ll be sure to post them ASAP]]]