White yanked his hand back, finding a sharp scratch mark on his skin that closed as fast as it appeared.
The wings had slapped his hands off.
"Sounds like a no."
Nova giggled, and the wings began to dissolve into motes of blue light, soon fading away completely.
'It's like some sort of child.'
White thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he sat back on the ground.
"Disappointed?"
Nova said, leaning from behind, and White puffed.
"Of course not."
"Reaaly?"
She asked, bringing her face closer to study that expression of his, and finally, it cracked.
"Actually, yeah, I'm disappointed."
She laughed out loud after, but offered
"I can still summon her once more."
"No need for that, honestly, and did you just call the wings a 'her'?"
He noticed, and she shrugged, taking a seat.
"I doubt that would be a male. You know, too beautiful and cool to be one."
She said, snickering, and White rolled his eyes at the quiet jab.
