Gabriel let out a laugh, watching as Summer went sailing right over his head with a pair of brightly blazing wings. He pivoted rather gracefully on the balls of his feet and clapped. “Well, that definitely answers the question of wings and flying.” The lightest push off from the ground sent the Archangel spiraling into the air, wings catching him as he went.
“Come on!” she called to him, pulling to a hover. Then she spotted the mechanics, and frowned a little, darting closer. “How does an angel come to have a broken wing?”