Freyja rolled her eyes at Romero's remark about their lives being repetitive and boring. "Yeah, it gets a little old sometimes, but the benefits outweigh that, I think," she said. "Like being able to do this." With a quick shake of her shoulders, she unfurled her wings and jumped, hovering in the air above them. Well, not really hovering since her wings wouldn't let her stay still so she was moving up and down slightly, but close enough. "Now, which is better, I wonder?" she asked, folding her arms and pretending to think. "Flying on a long stick or with your own wings?"