"I have wings." He tells her absently as he pondered her words and the litte that he knew about her. He decided that her words made sense based on what she had told him about herself. With is totally concentration on trying to work her out and the contentment that he felt around her his wings made an appearance, they were twice the size of him, and black leather wings, he usually never felt comfortable or safe enough topside to have them out but apparently with Christi he felt safe enough to show his wings. "From what I have observed about you find that you are correct that what people see in the clouds reflects onto them as a person."

"You do?" Christi asks, head swiveling back to gaze at him, looking just in time to see his wings appear. She pushes herself to sit up a bit more, eyes raking over the leather limbs. They are beautiful! she thinks to herself before she smiles at him at his last comment, "Whenever you want to learn more about a person, just ask them what they see up there and you will learn alot in less than a minute." Subconsciously, her eyes go back to his wings and Christi reaches out a hand to touch them before withdrawing and glancing at him sheepishly, "May... may I touch them?"

"I shall do that from now on." He tells her with a lopsided grin, before looking at her quizzically wondering what she was talking about of course she could touch him he had already done it to her. Not realizing that his wings were out and in full view of her, he never usually let them out when he was not in his home or in battle. "May you what?" He asked her, finding that he liked her smile, a lot, he would do anything in how power to make sure that he could see it more often and try to be the one that put it on her face.

"Your wings," Christi says, smiling shyly. "May I touch them?" Does he not realize his wings are out? He does not seem to realize they appeared once he spoke about them. She scoots closer to him, laying her hand on his upper arm and meeting his eyes. "Your wings appeared when you started talking about them. They're beautiful, and they look like they fit you well. I've never heard that you had wings; I've never met a person who has them, either. What's it like having them?" She looks over his face with curiosity and awe that he would be so comfortable around her. True though it may be that the immortals usually make the demigods feel on edge, Tartar us seems to be one who doesn't realize his great he is. She wants to be the one to help him realize that Whatever that means...

"Ohh." Tartarus mumbled, unable to stop or reduce the bright blush that stole over his cheeks. "Uhhh sure, I don't mind if you touch them." He tells her, turning slightly so that she would have better access to his wings. "I don't know, I've always had them I don't know how give you an expiation about them. They are heavy and move and swish when I have strong feeling, they mean that I can fly whenever I want too. I love flying the wind through your hair, the feeling of freedom, it's amazing it's what I love the most about wings."

"Flying sounds amazing. The closest I have gotten to it was hang gliding." Christi says softly, scooting even closer and trailing her fingers tentatively over his wings, shyly at first. She runs her hand up to where the wings connect to his back, doe eyed and enjoying the feel of the leather wings against her skin. "Does it feel...weird? Well, I mean, probably not since you're used to them, but... does it just feel like extra limbs here, or...? I don't even know how to voice that question right," she laughs softly, obviously at herself. Christi then shifts, hand still on his wing, to look at his face, "They're amazing, by the way. They fit you very well, Tartarus..."

"Thanks, most people usually think they are disgusting." He tells her softly his wings fluttering as she petted them. "They feel like an extra set of limbs, like arms or legs. I was born with them so I don't know what it's like to be without them, I would be totally lost if I didn't have them." He says after thinking about it for a long time wanting to give her a clear answer. "If you wanted some time, I could take you flying, if you wanted too that is." He tells her with a light blush. "It has been a long time since I took anyone flying with me so if you wanted to go for a flight I would be happy to take you."

Christi gapes at him, "Disgusting? Who could ever say such a thing! They are wonderful; unique and breath taking." She keeps her hand hovering there, ghosting his wings with her fingertips. "That sounds lovely, Tartarus," answers Christi, "to go flying with you would be one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. It would be nice to see things as you do while flying, and I feel honored you would offer." Smiling brightly at him, Christi lowers her hands back into her lap, "Having wings sounds amazing. I think it would feel odd at first, but then again I've never had them. But it's almost like... an extension of yourself; how we are trained to view our weapons when training. That's a pathetic comparison when it comes to these, but I suppose it's the best that makes sense!"

"Well you are one of the only people who thinks so, others find them to be vampire-ish and so I usually hide them from view." He tells her with a light blush unable to believe that she was complimenting his wings, it was one thing not to mind them but to actually like them was something totally different. "I'm glad that you would want to go flying with me." He tells her with a large grin, it had been too long since he had taken to the sky's, the proper sky's that is, flying in Tartarus could never compare to flying in the real sky.

He wondered if she really wanted to have wings, because with some thought and some power he could give her some temporary ones, and maybe permanent ones if she wanted. "I...I uhh.... I could give you wings for a couple of hours...maybe...if you wanted, they would look like mine but you probably wouldn't be able to fly till you built up the muscles in the wings." He said rambling on till he realized what he was doing and snapped his mouth shut looking at her.