Mira simply stared down at it for several long seconds, brushing the cool metal with her thumb. She willed a bit of mana into it, and a pair of translucent wings quickly unfolded behind her.
They were large enough to stretch beyond the couch, formed from layers of pale golden light rather than physical feathers. Tiny particles drifted from their edges before fading into the air.
Aria shot to her feet. "It really gave her wings!" Zenith reached out and attempted to touch one.
Her fingers passed straight through it.
"They are not real."
"They are ethereal," Elion explained. "Physical objects should pass through them, but they can still carry her through the air."
Mira glanced over her shoulder.
The wings moved in response to her thoughts, folding gently behind her before disappearing in a brief shower of golden light.
A slow smile appeared upon her face.
Elion rarely saw Mira show this much emotion, which made the quiet happiness in her expression all the more satisfying.
