Having the ability to hide her wings was infinitely helpful. So much so, that Ariadne teetered dangerously close to that elusive emotion known as 'regret.'

There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't miss her original wings, the ones she was born with. But she'd made her choice and it had been the right choice. She'd make the same one again, if she lived her life over.

Nevertheless...flying was quite possibly the second-best feeling in the world.

The first was when Drizzt kissed her.

"She puts us to trials," Ariadne said, folding her wings behind her back, but letting them stay visible for the moment. "Tests of character. And tests of our ability to cooperate with each other."