An otherwise intelligent and very nice-looking girl who didn't seem to care that there was blood and ichor in her hair. Flying horses, flying cars, stone citadels emerging in central park...it's one of those things where the 'impossible' isn't nearly as strange as the improbable.
Either the cut on my wing from a couple months ago, or a dislocated shoulder from one of the first times my parents let me rescue people. I get off pretty lucky, generally. Shrinking down to extra-durable helps, there.
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