Liandra let out a tiny yelp as the wing was snipped off rather quickly.  The pain she felt she assumed to be similar to cutting off a finger, toe or ear, though no blood emerged from her back where the wing had been snipped, with only one wing left, the tiny Liandra fell off balance onto her side becoming rolled up within her one remaining wing just before she heard what Camille had to say about last night, her red face of embarrassment now shrouded by the wing that bound her tiny body up within it's smooth texture.