You know what's great, ending up doing things like that in front of people. Like Maya, for instance, who was standing just a few feet away from where that jam jar nearly met its fate.

She crouches just a bit, eyes wide and looking down at the woman. A pair of wings sticking out of the back of her clothes, and a dimly glowing halo floating above, should have told Cornelia enough about what she was.

"Uhh... wing problems much?"