*killua's smile returns as he slips his hands into his pockets in lieu to avoid the risk of damaging her wings, stepping back around to join in her joy.*

we'll just have to wait for them to dry before you can fly. i might be able to, though...

*he spreads his wings out to their impressive full span, each one even longer than his own height in length. looking side-to-side, he can see that the feathers on the inside are snow-white, though as he bends and twists them to see the backs, the outsides are covered in silver speckles. he pumps them experimentally against the air, testing the resistance.*

hmmm... alluka, stand back.