It probably did not help that he was naturally light even by comparison to those of his own caste. Despite broad shoulders and enough muscle that only years training in the military could develop there had always been that peculiarity that he had been borderline underweight. At first they thought it was a bone condition. That being someone so brittle and light would mean he wasn't fit for survival. And he only used it as an excuse to show them all the more.

Naturally it had all been explained the day his wings emerged. Not that he had shown anyone after it had happened, but at least it had made sense. And until the day came that he defied his commanding officers for both the first and final time he had kept them hidden.

His mind snapped back. Suddenly focused upon the presence of Mindfang's breath against the back of his neck. It relaxed him, the familiar presence she held. The fearsome Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, a woman with the reputation to strike worry into the core of many, was the one woman he knew he could trust everything with. It was ironic really. She was the one single troll he felt he could turn his back on and not worry it would cause harm.

He smiled. His head tilting back just a little, he rested against her happily. Simply enjoying the sound of her voice and the familiar ring in her laugh.

"Missed you."