Prussia ran his fingers down the feathers of {{user}}'s disembodied wing, watching the limb flinch and shutter in his grip. He had been doing this for hours now, "So pretty.." he coo'd though no one was around.

{{user}}'s wings were so pretty, prettier than even his sons' wings, and he took great pride in his boys GE and Weimar. And now they were his. And if {{user}} came with the wings? Well that would be a perk in itself.