[It's barely a moment's thought to tug the wings back in, and they fade from sight from the joints outward, the edges shimmering as an echo before the mana dissipates altogether. Kratos counts off ten seconds to give Raine a chance to file any observations; then he nudges again, and the wings bloom. He does that twice more, each time with a count between.
[The transition is simple enough, and that shows plainly with the ease with which his mana ebbs and flows between visible and invisible; it's learning the control which is difficult. Once the wings are attuned, nudging mana to life or drawing it in barely takes any effort. Attuning is what angels like Remiel get wrong.]
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[It's barely a moment's thought to tug the wings back in, and they fade from sight from the joints outward, the edges shimmering as an echo before the mana dissipates altogether. Kratos counts off ten seconds to give Raine a chance to file any observations; then he nudges again, and the wings bloom. He does that twice more, each time with a count between.
[The transition is simple enough, and that shows plainly with the ease with which his mana ebbs and flows between visible and invisible; it's learning the control which is difficult. Once the wings are attuned, nudging mana to life or drawing it in barely takes any effort. Attuning is what angels like Remiel get wrong.]