"You have a poet's gift for words, my heart," she says, smiling so bright. "I belong with you too, I know it in my bones, in my very soul."

She moves a little closer. "As mysterious as its makers, perhaps. They are like that too."

This dress was not designed with her wings in mind, so she doesn't have them 'out' at the moment, but there is something of the fluttering of wings in her sleeves as she dances, something of tail feathers in her skirt.