[Evan has swapped from his button-up shirt to the leaf tunic to allow for the great moth-wings he's ended up with, but rather than wear it dress-style like the garment seemed to be intended he's tucked it into his jeans and wears it like some gaudy tank top.

His flutter is somewhat awkward: he seems to be making an effort to stay as far away from the blue lifestream as possible as he emerges from the lower floor. He has to extend an arm to keep himself from running into the edge of the aperture between floors, but he's done this maneuver enough times at least that he doesn't crash.

He lands for a moment on the floor, looking around for Celena. When he spots her hovering near the crystal, he huffs exasperation to himself: he hadn't gotten half used enough to flying for that. Still, he launches himself up again gamely enough, great scaled wings carrying him with their startling ease up into the air, spiraling up to join the winged woman above.]

This is where she's, er, singing? [He comes to a somewhat clumsy hover, craning to look at her amber.]