She giggled a bit. "Me too! My brother was always on my case about the wings I would try to craft for myself. I started to think that boys his age had no imagination at all." Except for love poems to a certain deer lady. "But then Dagda gave us all our wings back when we stood to fight to save our land alongside the other races." she stretched her wings which were more transparent than usual at the moment. She tilted her head. "Why didn't you get your wings?" she asked, curious. Still wary, but she didn't show it.