This is my design [Cress]

[Terran]

.Terran.

It hadn’t really taken my wings that long to grow. Only a few days, really (but those days had been like hell, painful, horrible hell) and the weight that added to my newly rounded shoulders gave me something of a new outlook on life. I wasn’t plain anymore. Danger seemed unable to threaten my peaceful existence and where once everyone looked away, now I could feel countless eyes on me whenever I decided to mingle among the rest of the dispersed crowd. It was nice, in a way, but it was more so uncomfortable. Being invisible had been my thing, ya know … and this new attention was a mixture of bad and good.

Not to mention that even as I waded my way through the throng of horseflesh I still didn’t seem to have a good handle on where they were at all times. Two of the four wings had grown incredibly large, for strength of flying and speed, I guessed. The latter two hadn’t grown as impressively, but they laid comfortably lower on my spine, for aerial prowess and stability. Didn’t matter - I still couldn’t manage to get more than a few feet off the ground and they always, always knocked into others.

Though tucked close to my body, the four golden appendages still manage to batter the sides of a nearby horse and I turn quickly with a somewhat sheepish expression to apologize, “So sorry,” slipping out of my pale mouth while my shaded amber eyes glance the equine over quickly, “They’re new.”

I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold

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@[Cress]