Natalia was used to people touching her wings without asking — so she doesn’t blink twice at it since the man seems nice. She expected it with that impression on his face. She doesn’t meet many people with feathered wings like her — and often if she did they came in variety of colors. She did love the white wings though. “Well thank you. They’re beautiful, and I try to take good care of them. My mother hates them, but I’m proud. You haven’t seen them in a while you say? Why does it make me lucky exactly? I’m intrigued.”
isaak moved his hand away, realizing in the moment that he probably wouldn’t like to be touched without permission if it was him in her position. crossing his arms over his chest, they walked back around to face natalia. “ well, there’s an old saying that only people of the purest of hearts are gifted white wings and that’s why in all of the universes mythology, the angels, winged deities and gods are depicted with wings as white as snow. “
