She nods, opening the door for him and shutting it behind them. She quickly spreads her wings, shaking them to get them unwrinkled. She then turns to him, "I've never seen your wings before..." She states, curious.

"I don't have any." He replies quietly. "I can make myself have wings via magic, but I wasn't born with them."

She nods, starting to stretch. "So, what do your wings look like via magic?" She asks curiously.

In response, he shows her. They're a bit like hers, but jet-black and with much smaller, thinner feathers. They're also much larger.

She stares in awe at his wings, going over to him and touching one gently. "Wow..." She then unfolds hers, comparing the lengths. "Yours are so large!" She says, amazed.

He laughs awkwardly. "Yeah. It's sort of hard to fly if I make them smaller."

She nods, "Welp! Let's get going!" She says, sprinting off with a quiet woosh.

He follows.

She suddenly jumps up, grabbing onto a branch and pulling herself up, she jumps grabbing onto a nearby branch and swinging before letting go and grabbing onto another. She continues to do this, keeping up easily with his quick pace.

He begins jogging.