"My feathers are all misplaced... I look awful..." Her wings are soft and downy, the feathers grey with subtle silver tips. "You should have seen them when I was still in His good graces... pearl white with golden flecks... wing care is SO hard to do down here..." She sighs softly, they would be warm though... cuddling up inside them would be like the best goosedown quilts, with a built in person to cuddle. "So... uuh... Frannie... what do you like doing?"