"Yes, but it's hard and makes me very tired," Winter complained, fluttering his wings, then folding them neatly and focusing all his power on making them vanish.

It was an odd feeling, drawing them into his body. Some pixies were born with the ability, others never mastered it. Most, like Winter, could do it if the focused, and master it with practice.

The wings vanished, and Winter looked light-headed. So much so that he wobbled on his feet and had to hold Phouka's arm to keep himself upright.