Sarah's hand brushed my wings making me shiver. I took a moment to think about the questions tried to remember a time when my wings were new but just ended up shrugging. "Growing up with the wings was hard for many reasons but least of all physically. If my mom is to be believed I flew before I walked. It felt so natural to have them." I said curling one wing around the two of us brushing the feathers strait. "What was hard about it was all the other stuff, how my parents saw it." I said my expression darkening. I ran my fingers throw her hair with one hand and held her hand with the other my thoughts far away.