"Not like the ones that open up sometimes." That much Coby was pretty sure of. "But other than that, don't ask me how they work, or how we get here. I'm just a musician."

Just a musician who was walking around with wings, and even if they'd gotten to feel natural to Coby most of the time, that didn't mean other people were used to them, and he hadn't missed the guy noticing them. Oh well, somebody having wings or flying still wouldn't be all that freaky around here.

"I'm Coby. I didn't say," he offered, along with his hand.