. "For now, there's not much that I can ask of you, but we'll meet again very soon at your ship. If you ever want to stay here at the Temple, we can always arrange you a room as well."
"That is very kind of you, Valery, and greatly appreciated," Matthew replied, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
"Although if I had a choice of showing you something, I'd likely take you to New Cov. To my old Temple, and maybe show you more about my own culture and upbringing. It might be an interesting perspective."
"I would absolutely love the opportunity for such an occasion. I am delighted by your suggestion," Matthew continued, his eyes shining with anticipation. "To visit New Cov, your old Temple, and learn more about your culture and upbringing would be an extraordinary experience. Temples hold a special allure for me, and I have a deep appreciation for architectural artistry. I am eager to immerse myself in your perspective and gain a deeper understanding of your heritage."
As he spoke, a sudden movement stirred from under his billowing cloak, and a pair of resplendent wings emerged, fluffing up briefly before settling back in place. The wings, not just fashionable adornments, seemed to serve a functional purpose. It was as if the excitement of the topic had prompted their appearance, a natural extension of his enthusiasm, without conscious thought. His long segmented and exotic-stilted cloak appeared to hide them if he held them in an odd almost unnatural way, the cloak designed for them to slip between the slits of the soft cloak with ease and rest upright in their normal position. To a discerning eye, it may have seemed like he had them closed tightly and slunk downwards and lowly crossing one another as if to keep them out of the way indoors from knocking things over.
He paused for a moment, his smile widening.
"Thank you for extending this invitation. It is an honor to be welcomed into your world and witness the beauty it holds."
Matthew's wings gave a graceful flutter as if in agreement, adding an ethereal touch to the scene. The excitement in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes made it clear that this was an adventure he was genuinely looking forward to.
Matthew's wings, adorned with an intricate array of feathers, were a sight to behold. Each feather possessed a base color of pearly white, reminiscent of glistening moonlight, but they were far from ordinary. When touched by light, a faint, mesmerizing transformation occurred. The feathers shimmered with a prismatic iridescence, casting a mesmerizing play of colors that seemed to dance and shift with every movement.
As if enchanted by some otherworldly enchantment, the feathers exhibited a captivating over sheen. They glimmered with hues of sapphire blue, emerald green, amethyst purple, and rose gold, creating a breathtaking spectacle that defied the laws of nature. The iridescent colors blended seamlessly, merging into one another like a kaleidoscope.
When Matthew moved his wings, the feathers came alive, capturing and reflecting light in a dazzling display of radiance. The prismatic sheen seemed to shift and ripple, casting vibrant hues in every direction across the surface. The effect brought to mind crystals and rainbow light, or like that colorful rainbow effect, one would see in soap bubbles or the way an oil slick might reflect a rainbow tinge.
Matthew of Valendale
