One of the weirdest things about writing is that I’ll go “is this a weird writing choice?” And then I’ll immediately go “it’s mine and it’s weird and I’ve already published the first book. COMMIT.”
Anyway here’s your next teaser for phase 2. Prose may not be final.
“How do I… summon the wings? You said you didn’t want them to be equippable anymore.”
With a slow breath, Xeira shoves her UIs away. They bob a little bit as they move back. Shifting, she turns towards me, and steps to stand behind me, just a bit.
“There’s an activation phrase. Cheesy, but… I didn’t want it to trigger in casual speech. Say… Windfall.”
I nod, and straighten myself, and reach up to adjust the bow on the back of my head. Xeira steps back.
“Windfall!”
I can feel them. I don’t know how. I can just feel them appear on my back like their spawning bursts the air. Their weight— barely feathers, actually— kind of presses on my back from where they hover, not even really touching.
A UI chime comes from behind me, and a mirror unfolds itself from the blank space in front of me.
“They’re… autogenerated based on avatar data.” Xeira practically whispers. “No two wings are alike. Shape, color, patterning…”
The— my wings stay frozen where they are. So does the rest of me.
They’re… gorgeous.
Four wings, two on each side. Angular like polygons, thin, sharp at the tips like hard-cut diamonds. Glimmers of white shine on their surface, pale pink and… maybe glowing just a bit. The glimmers shift every time I go to turn, even just a bit.
Another chime, and a smaller mirror appears in front of me, giving me a view of my back.
Swirling, circling geometric shapes bloom out from the center of my back, layered until they reach the edges of my wings. None of the pieces are connected, even though the center probably is meant to make it look like the wings are. But it just looks like glass shards breaking into sunbeams.
I flex my shoulderblades. My wings flutter once, and gold sparkles burst out from them, subtle but visible. The sparkles had been falling like trickling water before, when I was still— but I can see how each flap is going to look like a starburst if you’re close enough.
“Flight is more… gliding, than actually flying.” Xeira chuckles.
The noise that leaves me is usually reserved for seeing a world wonder. Probably somewhere closer to a sob than a laugh. Not a bad sob. Xeira steps forward to be beside me again.
“Do you want to go, or did I— is this too much? This is too much for an MMO, isn’t it? Rose, this needs to be playable, this isn’t a feelings circle—“
I didn’t even realize I was covering my mouth until I feel my own laugh hit my fingers. I drop my hand back to the pommel of my sword, and shake my head. “Nah, nah, it’s totally fine! People play Ninerealms because it’s pretty, yeah?”
She shrugs, and tilts her head. “If you say so. Anyway…”
Her hand meets my shoulder… and then she pushes.