[Amber]

[petiteaubergine]

[The amber glows upon the face of a frustrated young man. It's turned a few degrees, then a hand slips up and messes with with tangled strands of hair. His face shifts from side to side, eyes following the outline of his face. He's fascinated with the odd little mirror. Comfortable with the outcome of his quick-fix effort, he looks up towards the hole in the ceiling.]

Now, I will surely get up there this time!

[Alla spreads his midnight-blue wings and wobbles into the air. The room around him tilts, then shrinks as he ascends. The scrunched-up lines in his face soften into a smile. He's done it!

Then, without warning, he slips from view, crashing back down onto the floor with a yelp of surprise followed by a moan.]

Oh dear... this was my best garment. Oh no...

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[OH DEARS. Med'an can never ignore a cry for help. Or, just a cry, I guess.]

Are you okay?!

[petiteaubergine]

[Alla smiles nervously.]

Oh, yes. I believe so. It is not the first time I have fallen. Although, I must admit, I have never tried to fly before.

I have never had wings before...

[breakin_ur_lore]

[Sorry for his weird face, but at least he's smiling and trying to look friendly about it all. His voice is a bit sympathetic.]

Don't worry. Most of the rest of us haven't ever had wings, either. The Tree gives them to us when we get here.

Try thinking about...lightweight things.

I never got a notif for this!! D:>

[petiteaubergine]

Oh...

[In all honesty, he has no room to stare or even comment on the other's face, given his own circumstances. So, he remains quiet for the moment. Instead, he tries to ponder of lightweight things.]

I am told I am heavier than I look...

Will thinking of bread help?

[Because bread is light and fluffy. Where as everyone else would think of a feather, he thinks of food.]