[ starter for @pickedchocolat ]
Oh, who was this in his throne room? He would have loved to admit he’d seen this type of winged person before, but he was accustomed to the angels of the wind god. Faces obscured by their wings, eyes nestled within them, and another set of wings for flight.
This winged person was much different.
He crossed a leg over the other, and waved a hand, bidding the guard to release her as he spoke in some foreign language-- chiming. It almost sounded like music.
He cleared his throat and began, in common:
“Well, well, not a lot of things can make it up here, my dear,” he called out to her softly. “Come closer, let me get a good look at you. I’ve never seen something like you before.”