[He stops dead in his tracks the second he feels any kind of tug on the feathers. No matter how delicate it might be, it was better to stop and look than risk breaking anything or ripping a feather out after all.
She'd ignore him, and in turn he'd stare at her, distinctly refusing to move the wing out of her hands. It wasn't a problem after all, he had nowhere to be in particular and as far as he could see, there was no harm in letting her examine the wings themselves.
In fact, the one she grasped lowered just a little, putting itself more into her range and line of sight, the fairy watching otherwise motionless all the while.]
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She'd ignore him, and in turn he'd stare at her, distinctly refusing to move the wing out of her hands. It wasn't a problem after all, he had nowhere to be in particular and as far as he could see, there was no harm in letting her examine the wings themselves.
In fact, the one she grasped lowered just a little, putting itself more into her range and line of sight, the fairy watching otherwise motionless all the while.]