[Suits him... well, he can't deny that. He'd had a floral and leaf aspect to him long before coming to this place. More than once he's been tempted to try and brew tea out of his own flowers. (Whether that is more or less weird than dead-people tea is up for debate. They are nice flowers, though.) As for his wings...]
Yeah, guess they're a little shy. [He sounds amused.] Still getting the hang of doing this, but I can pop them out-
[His brows furrow with effort, and after a moment a pair of long, gossamer and iridescent wings unfurl behind him, like the wings of a dragonfly after hatching from its cocoon. They gleam in shades of blues and white, still full in their winter season.]
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Yeah, guess they're a little shy. [He sounds amused.] Still getting the hang of doing this, but I can pop them out-
[His brows furrow with effort, and after a moment a pair of long, gossamer and iridescent wings unfurl behind him, like the wings of a dragonfly after hatching from its cocoon. They gleam in shades of blues and white, still full in their winter season.]