Yuna didn't want to impose but he had given her permission. She reached out a little tentatively and lightly brushed a feather with the tips of her fingers. "They are beautiful."
The freedom that they might mean was reflected in her eyes as she looked at them. It was a gift of Yuna's to see the good in everything and though she understood why something like this might be bad it could also be wonderful.
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The freedom that they might mean was reflected in her eyes as she looked at them. It was a gift of Yuna's to see the good in everything and though she understood why something like this might be bad it could also be wonderful.
"Why would you call them angel wings?"