Mm, you raise a good point! Though I don't bother with it, myself. [ He's never had much interest in flight. He prefers his feet to stay on the ground, where they belong, and so the wings on his back are more of an occasional amusement than an irritant.

His wings are a fluffy blue-grey, reminiscent of fur rather than feathers in some ways. They flutter, briefly; having something like this that moves in a different way feels...strangely familiar, somehow. ] You'll become used to them. The only thing you need to worry about is cutting holes in all your clothing, more or less. And covering them for winter.

[ He has some neatly stitched wing covers, but he hasn't put them on today. Sometimes he just likes to air them, even in the cold. ] My name is Mondlicht. Who might you be?