Taking Flight (Open)
Marrina had been having unusual pain in her ankles for the last few days.  They'd been sore to the touch and a little swollen.  She'd had the team doctors look them over, but they couldn't find anything.  Given that they had only the barest understanding of how her biology worked (she apparently had a few organs no one could figure out the purpose of) in the first place, it had not been that surprising.

The previous night, however, had proven to be a particularly bad one.  The pain had roused her from her sleep several times until, just before dawn, it had become almost unbearable.   She'd woken biting down the urge to cry out from the pain, pain so bad it felt like her ankles were going to split open.

Which is what they had been doing.  From her ankle bones, on either side of her leg, something had been pushing through, forcing its way out from underneath the skin.  It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it....

was wings?  Smallish wings had sprouted on her ankles, strange and sudden in the water.  They were definitely a part of her.  She could feel them.

Slowly, she pulled herself out of her sleeping pod and swung her legs over the sides.  She put careful weight on her feet and stood up. 

Namor had wings like this.  So did Namora and Namorita.  She was from that same bloodline.  Did that make it make sense that she did too?  But why now?  Did it have something to do with her Plodex half?

She opened the door to the hallway.  There had to be... something she could do to figure this out.

(And she was more than a little interested in seeing if she could actually fly...)