Hushed Willows Trying to be religious, talking to the man

Birds never fall, Reverie pointed out, head turning to look at him again. And it is a little scary, but I think all the best things are.

She rolled onto her side, facing Abel now. I don't think we'll be flying any time soon, anyway, She reassured him, a little wistful herself. We'd need lots of wings for that. Or... maybe two really big wings? Do you think they'd be made of skin? Skin wings sounded gross, but possibly worth the benefits.