06-01-2020, 10:01 PM
Having wings had become, at a certain point, just the new normal for Aurum. It had definitely been a shock to the lion's system when he had first grown them. He had gone through several nights of agony just waiting for his back to adjust to the weight, and for his head to stop spinning from the pain of moving them. However, he had eventually gotten on his feet, and now it was difficult for him to recall a time where he hadn't had wings. It was also difficult for him to imagine someone yearning or feeling envious over his wings, however. They allowed him to fly, which was something he took advantage of often nowadays, but had he ever really thought about how much others could've desired that? Not particularly. With his caring and charitable nature, however, Aurum probably wouldve given wings to anyone who wanted them if he was able to, including Icarus. Unfortunately, he wasn't nearly as powerful down here as he had once been in heaven.
Head jerking up a little when he heard the judge, Aurum temporarily felt a rush of heat come to his face, below his golden fur. It wasn't really anything to be embarrassed about, considering molting was a perfectly natural process. Still, he felt bad about preening in such a public area. He knew things wouldn't have gone over well if he had gone traipsing around the entire manor to his room with a trail of feathers following him, however. As such, the best the angel could manage was a crooked smile to Icarus, and a soft laugh at his comment, muttering, "Don't worry, they do. Or at least, they have every other time they've done this." He then held out both of his wings a bit away from his body, both looking at least a little bit better after his careful attention. He still found himself sighing, his voice coming out in a soft grumble, "Unfortunately they need to molt and come back every month or so. It isn't too bad, since it means my feathers won't get all bent and damaged, but it also means... this happens." He gestured to both the pile of feathers in front of him and the trail behind him, wincing a little, "I promise I'll be cleaning up once I'm done..."
Head jerking up a little when he heard the judge, Aurum temporarily felt a rush of heat come to his face, below his golden fur. It wasn't really anything to be embarrassed about, considering molting was a perfectly natural process. Still, he felt bad about preening in such a public area. He knew things wouldn't have gone over well if he had gone traipsing around the entire manor to his room with a trail of feathers following him, however. As such, the best the angel could manage was a crooked smile to Icarus, and a soft laugh at his comment, muttering, "Don't worry, they do. Or at least, they have every other time they've done this." He then held out both of his wings a bit away from his body, both looking at least a little bit better after his careful attention. He still found himself sighing, his voice coming out in a soft grumble, "Unfortunately they need to molt and come back every month or so. It isn't too bad, since it means my feathers won't get all bent and damaged, but it also means... this happens." He gestured to both the pile of feathers in front of him and the trail behind him, wincing a little, "I promise I'll be cleaning up once I'm done..."
— Reggan