"What do mean you can't? You can't even try," Kravlof asks.
I'm about to mumble a response but Kravlof is already behind me presumably inspecting my wings.
I feel Kravlof's wing's thumb-like appendages poke and prod at my wings. It's an odd feeling to say the least, her moving and flexing my wings. The noises of disapproval she made during this examination were even more worrying. Once her examination is finished though she stands in front of me, wings crossed.
"Slotted, full grown, and no deformities," Kravlof murmurs.
I stand there awkwardly still as she reaches over me to manipulate my wings at a different angle mulling over something before shaking her head.
"I don't understand the problem, Benji. I was confused before but now I'm impressed these are full grown how'd get this far in without learning how to fly anyhow? You must've had them for a couple of months now, how'd you keep it from me," she says her last question mostly to herself.
