What came as a surprise, however, was soft skin on newly formed wings, small horns and a softly scaled tail popping up in the middle of a lazy cloud gazing.
He looked at her in wonder.
"Did you know that this could happen?"
She shook her head, for it has never happened before.
Both marveled at membrane less wings, scales the color of flesh, yet turning blue at their tips, at wing joints as movable as human fingers.
At little golden horns growing from the side of her head, above elongated, elf-like ears.
She was less thrilled by the tail, which threw off her balance more than the wings did.
Or about the fact that these new appendages were incredibly sensitive to touch.
He looked at her like a kid at Christmas, and she gave him a not-really-meant-still-angry-meant look.
"Manakete."
He said it as a fact, but it still threw her off.
"What?"
"Manakete. You are a Manakete."
She didn't question it.