"Morning," Blaze muttered. He wasn't awake just yet. However he shuffled to the treeline to relieve himself, back facing Emma. However, two red and gold, leathery objects protruded from the bottom of his shirt.
That woke Blaze up. A chill ran down his spine, and the two projections drew back up onto his shirt. "And you're not just a girl, are you?" he asked. "You're that runaway princess."
"Then I suppose I'll share my secret," Blaze said. He shrugged his shoulders. While at first it seemed nothing seemed to happen, a pair of magnificent, gold-streaked red wings spread out behind him. The wings were composed of feather like scales.
Blaze waved a hand dismissively. "I believe that the sins of the father should not be passed down to the sons... or daughters." He began folding his wings back up.