Well, when I left Luceti... somehow. I remember getting back to my own universe and not having them at all.

...And well, they are feathered wings. [He spreads them, and opens them to their maximum span for sake of proof.] But they do kind of feel like a mark more than anything, even if no one owns me.

...the Queen and King of this land are kinder hosts than the ones I had in Luceti, even if I don't trust them.