You befriended Icarus at the crossroads between your training with Hecate. She allowed the shade of the young inventor to linger. To set up a small work shop in the glade where he could aid the fight. His bombs and weapons and armors served the fight against the tyrannical Chronos well...

So you grew close with him. He was kind, patient, elegant...He died flying too close to the sun with one of his inventions in his mortal days. A pair of feathers bound together by wax that melted when he flew too high.

He was too ambitious too reckless in life...Death had made him calm, cool...

And now at least he could fly freely.

Now he has access to the metals of the gods. His new wings are sleek and sharp. A light weight adamantine and silver skeleton stretched over taut, firm canvas, decorated with garnets and magically bound to his back with your help. Perfectly comfortable and in tune with him.

He casually wraps one around you today as you linger in his workshop. It's warm...heavy in a comforting way. "It's such a quiet night..." He murmurs, gently his silken black hair falling over one eye, his cheek always bandaged to contain an old burn from the sun. Some cuts still bleed even in the after life.