The wings knew what to do better than Coby, and he'd been holding them back until now. Once he fell away from Anael, they snapped out and caught the air without him having to think. Adjusting and what to do next was a little more awkward than it probably should've been, but he wasn't falling, and he figured it out mostly soon enough. Nowhere near as smooth as Anael, yet, though.

It felt like surfing, except all the ways it totally wasn't like surfing at all. But he knew already why Anael loved it so much. He looked up, lopsided smile growing bright, and more than a little besotted.