Kink
I've had these wings for months now, but I still don't understand them completely. They molt without needing to be solid to shed feathers, and they itch without being there too, so I feel it under my skin until I call them, at which point the sensation moves to where they join my back. Compared to all this the fact that spreading them works kinks out of formerly nonexistent muscles ought to be ordinary, but is the most puzzling thing of all. Where are my wings when they aren't real, are they insubstantial? Do they shrink to almost nothing and wait under my shoulder blades until I need them again? I think the last one is most likely sometimes, what with how they feel when I first spread them again. But if that's the case then how is it that there is no pain from spreading them? My best guess is that my body has changed, in more than just magic but actual physical changes, which allow my wings to exist painlessly.
Motion
Stars and land and clouds blur by, as I corkscrew through the air. I plunge in and out of clouds, twist and dart wildly, and dive only to catch myself at the last minute. Every motion I make near instinctive by now, with all the flying I do. I think that if this is the price I pay for giving up on a human life, it is more than worth it. Especially what with the fact that if I had stayed human I probably wouldn't have lived long.