I shrugged them on wistfully. The draft was horrendous. I tried wearing jackets to cover them, but the weather became too unbearable. Soon I had to slink through my days, two bare and empty spots where my wings should be.
"You honestly thought your name was just Kit?" His mother stared at him with wide disbelieving eyes, "Kit isn't a name! You're Christopher and you're twenty-one years old, how did you manage to live this long without having to use your legal name?