[It's funny how much the clean, white snow reflects how his mind has been feeling. Or rather, it would be funny if it wasn't so incredibly frustrating. He swears he can feel the sharp edges of memory trying to pierce through the blank whiteness, but they always manage to elude his grasp.
He is fairly certain, however, that whatever his past involved he did not have wings. The appendages feel very foreign to him; as their jerky unsure movements clearly display. At the same time he finds himself absolutely fascinated by them and somehow pleased to find them there.
So there he stands, a tall and awkward individual, trying his best to get a good look at the pinions over his shoulder. Almost like a small child trying to investigate some new toy.]
N Harmonia | Pokemon Black/White
He is fairly certain, however, that whatever his past involved he did not have wings. The appendages feel very foreign to him; as their jerky unsure movements clearly display. At the same time he finds himself absolutely fascinated by them and somehow pleased to find them there.
So there he stands, a tall and awkward individual, trying his best to get a good look at the pinions over his shoulder. Almost like a small child trying to investigate some new toy.]