[stretch their wings out, makes them look bigger than they are… meaning that the wings themselves are rather flexible, stretchy, and not necessarily stuck to a solid position. wanda nods after a moment of thought, eyes having moved back down towards the page with the sketch, one hand pressed to the underside of her jaw.]

I’ve never seen a wyvern before. [partly because they don’t exist in her world—] Not even in books. Dragons were a little more common in the fiction of my world.

[rubbing at her skin with her fingers for a bit, she turns her attention back to hilda now, hands down on her lap. the tea she’s asked for gets set before them, wanda offering a quiet thanks to the fey for it.]

Would you like me to create them now? I could have them done right before entering the masquerade, set them on your back with your disguise.

[the choice is up to hilda, but she might not go unnoticed going around the cascading boughs with wyvern wings in her arms. outside of this situation with their disguises, though, wanda thinks about something that’s been bothering her for a bit. thus, her following words a little quiet,]

—are you still upset at Claude?

[it’s not something that was shared with her, but she kind of inferred.]