ything we do until that is just stalling for time.
	Be that as it may, what Master Tarrin plans has little to do with us, Lorak said after clearing his throat.  We just happen to be traveling together for mutual protection.
	If he can fight a god, Ill take that protection, one of the soldiers behind Skord whispered to his fellow soldier.
	So will I, the other replied.
	Lets go, Lorak commanded, turning his horse northward.  The sooner we can get into the forest north of the Stonespines, the better.

Chapter 11

	Tarrin wasnt sure which was garnering more attention from the newcomershim, Miranda, or the Pegasi.
	Not that he cared.  Having so many strangers around caused both him and Mist to all but withdraw from the group.  They rode at the back of the column when it moved, to keep them all in sight, and always kept as many of them as possible in sight whenever they stopped.  The two feral Were-cats seemed to become a single unit of wary surveillance, watching each other and helping each other keep all these potential threats under a watchful eye.  But it was probably unfortunate that him and the other two Were-cats seemed quite interesting to this Skord and his band of soldiers, who seemed to want to ask endless questions.  He learned almost immediately to direct all those questions to Kimmie, because Tarrin and Mist would have very little to do with him.
	Again, though, it was Miranda that seemed to capture the attention of the others almost immediately, and not entirely positively.  Her obvious inhuman appearance, so much more so than the Were-cats, again attrracted overwhelming attention, and Tarrin still hadnt quite figured out why she was so much of an item of interest to these people.  Only Skord didnt seem to have any fear of Miranda, riding along with her the first day hed joined them and politely but quite thoroughly trying to grill her for all kinds of information.  Skord reminded Tarrin of Phandebrass, an inquisitive fellow with a sharp mind, but he also seemed quite tolerant of the alien nature of some of Loraks companions, more curious about them than afraid.  There was also something of a thin, wispy aura around Skord that Tarrin found pleasant, something that his awakened divine senses could detect, something that was missing from Lorak and the others.  He wasnt quite sure what it was or what it meant, but Skord seemed quite agreeable to Tarrin in some ways, but Tarrins ferality wouldnt allow him to explore this agreeable quality.
	For most of them, though, it was the Pegasi that seemed to most solidly take their attention.  They gawked at the winged horses almost all of that first day, which unsettled them just a little bit, making them a bit jumpy.  Theyd already been restless from being forced to stay on the ground for so long, so Tarrin ordered that all the Pegasi be taken on a recreational flight the morning after Skords group joined them.  Perhaps that had been what caused it, he supposed, for the guardsmen were infatuated with them since that morning.  Ulger still seemed very uncomfortable flying on the back of his mount, which his mount seemed to take as somewhat offensive.  The Pegasus stomped on his foot after they landed and dismounted, then  headbutted him in the back several times as they walked the mounts back to the area where they were keeping all the horses.
	Now listen, you feather-headed mutt, dont be getting me mad, Ulger warned the Pegasus as they reached the edge of the pasture where the horses were contentedly grazing.  The Pegasus responded to this threat by pulling his reins out of Ulgers hand, then quite deliberately turning his back on the Knight.  Serves you right, you Ulger started, turning around, but that was a fatal mistake.  The instant Ulger took his eyes off the winged horse, it leaned forward, pulled its back legs off the ground, then drove both back hooves into Ulgers armored back.  Ulger slid about five spans along the grass before coming to a stop on his stomach, with two impressive hoof-shaped dents in the shoulders of his backplate.  He laid there for just a moment, then moved to get his elbows and knees under him, but the Pegasus came over and put a foreleg on the small of his back and put enough weight on it to stop that.
	Hey! Ulger said in a growling tone.  Get off me if you dont want to be in Mists stewpot!
	I think youd better apologize, Haley said lightly as he let his own Pegasus to a large trough of water that one of the Wizards had created using magic.
	What do I have to apologize for? Ulger demanded.
	Oh, all the yelling and screaming when we were flying, to start, Haley chuckled.  Not to mention all those times you threatened to brain your Pegasus every time it went down.
	The Pegasus snorted out a neigh and nodded its head vigorously.
	It shouldnt scare me like that! Ulger snapped.
	No, I think you should have a bit more faith in your Pegasus, Haley told him evenly, his tone more serious.  He wouldnt let you fall.  Well, he might let you fall now, but only if youre really being an ass, he chuckled, giving the Pegasus a warm smile.
	I am not apologizing to my horse, Ulger stated adamantly.
	The Pegasus put both forehooves on Ulgers back, then started to press down.  There was the clear sound of bending metal in the air.
	Hey!  Youre bending my armor!
	I think youd better rethink that declaration, Haley chuckled.  Youre in no position to make any, you know.
	Stupid animal
	That was cut off when the Pegasus put all its weight on its forelegs, which caused Ulgers armor to squeal in protest.  The Knight gave out a breathless whuff! and tried to struggle out from under his mount.
	Down, Tarrin ordered tersely as he came up to them.  The Pegasus gave Tarrin a single nod, then removed himself from the back of his rider.  Tarrin reached down and hooked his claws into the base of that backplate, then hauled the Knight up off the ground, holding him almost by the seat of the pants, from the look of it.  He turned to face Ulgers Pegasus, then held him up so he was dangling at eye level with the animal.  First thing, Ulger, never call them stupid.  Theyre probably smarter than you are, and if you didnt notice, they can understand what youre saying.
	The Pegasus nodded, glaring at Ulger openly.
	Apologize.
	Ulger was defiantly quiet.
	Tarrin bent down, then slammed the Knight into the ground.  He was not gentle.  Ulgers armor made a loud clatter as he impacted the ground, and the Knights eyes were just a bit woozy when Tarrin picked him back up.  That was the only warning youre going to get, Ulger, Tarrin warned in an ominous tone.  Dont disobey me again.  Now apologize.  Both of you.
	Ulger wasnt stupid enough to miss the threat of impending violence in Tarrins voice, were he not immediately obeyed.  Im sorry I insulted you, Ulger said grudgingly. The Pegasus simply bowed its head in an act of contrition.
	Good.  Go take your armor off.
	What?  Why should I
	Tarrin shook him just enough to make him hold his tongue.  Youre afraid of flying, the Were-cat noted.  Theres nothing wrong with that, but you need to get over it.  So youre going to spend most of today in the air.  Youre todays flying scout.
	But you need me on the ground, Ulger protested.
	Im sure that Zak can direct those new men well enough.  You need to get over your fear, and the only way to do that is to face it.  Tarrin looked to the Pegasus.  You understand that it was his fear talking.  Youve dealt with him on the ground, hes much different.
	The Pegasus nodded.
	Good.  Do you feel up to spending today airborne?
	The Pegasus nodded vigorously, obviously very happy about the idea.
	Ill feel naked without my armor, Ulger complained.
	It needs to be fixed, and besides, you wont tire out your mount by making carry that extra weight.  Tarrin dropped him unceremoniously, then padded off with those long, slow strides that made him seem to move in slow motion, yet was a pace faster than a human could match.  Fireflash soared through the air and landed on Tarrins shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately and getting an absent pat on his flank from the Were-cat, who was watching the new men with hawkish eyes.
	Thhhaarriiihhh, Fireflash hissed sibilantly.
	Keep practicing, little one, youll get it eventually, Tarrin told his drake affectionately.  It took Sapphire a while to learn too.
	They encountered no patrols or flying Demons that day, which was, in Tarrins opinion, not a good thing.  He wanted to see if these new men could fight, and besides, fighting patrols was the norm, and Tarrin didnt like deviation from the norm.  If the patrols were pulling back, either they had other orders, other plans, or they were moving ahead to ambush with combined forces.  Tarrin sent Ulger far ahead to scout around noon, but he came back to report nothing but empty farmland as they passed the Fangwood to their right, and nothing within the Fangwood but animals, thanks to Haleys quick scouting of it.
	By evening, the dull ache in Tarrins wings became more noticable to him, and it made him just a little short temperedat least more than usual.  He had his first and only brush with one of the new soldiers that evening as they made camp, hissing threateningly at a man who tried to offer him a skin of water.  The others kept their distance after that, which suited Tarrin just finehe had no doubt that Lorak or Neh had made sure to explain the rules to them.  He sat by a fire with Dolanna, Mist, and Miranda, as Haley and Kimmie ranged out to hunt some fresh meat, and Sarraya flitted around with Fireflash chasing her after she poured one of Phandebrass inkwells onto his head.  Gouts of fire and gas erupted from the furious drakes mouth as he chased the more agile Faerie around, but Tarrin paid them little mind.  Fireflash wouldnt hurt Sarrayamuchand she deserved anything she got if he caught her.  Ulger was out with the Pegasi, rubbing his mount down and spending a little quality time with him.  Ulger had spent the entire day in the air more or less, and though it didnt teach him to love flying, at least hed learned how to tolerate it.  Zyri and Jal trotted over, both of them holding their bows.  Master Tarrin, have you seen Mistress Shara? she asked hastily.  We need more arrows.
	I think shes over at Loraks tent with the others, honey.  Theyre having a talk, Miranda told her.
	You mean Master Phandebrass is talking and theyre all trying to interrupt him, she giggled, and Jal smiled impishly.
	Probably, Tarrin agreed with a slight smile.  How many have you hit?
	I hit nine, and Jal hit two, she said proudly.
	Then you need to go back twenty steps, he told her, looking at the circular target made of soft earth and wood that jutted out of the ground which they were shooting at, something that Shara had used her magic to create for them.  Why do you need more arrows? he asked curiously.  I see bunches of them out there.
	But then we wont know what we hit, she protested.  And wed have to go down andnevermind, she said sheepishly when Tarrin fixed her with a cool stare.  She grabbed Jal and started towards the target.
	Lazy, lazy, lazy, Miranda laughed.
	Just seeing what she can get away with is more like it, Mist grunted, watching them.
	Have you been able to move your wings yet, Tarrin? Miranda asked.
	Tarrin glanced back at them.  Not yet, he answered.  They were almost halfway formed now, looked definitely like wings, but wings with their feathers clipped.  I was thinking of stealing my sword back from Dolanna tonight and seeing if that wont help them heal a little faster.
	Well, she didnt use any Sorcery today, so she probably wont mind, the Wikuni mused.  The pain eased any since yesterday?
	She asked this question every night, and Tarrins response had yet to change.  No, he answered.
	Anything unusual?  New? she asked.
	Tarrin glanced at her.  How do you mean?
	Oh, just fishing from the rail here, but something tells me to ask that.  Well, someone, she corrected.
	Oh, what information is she fishing for? he asked bluntly.
	Shes worried about you, Tarrin, she said immediately.  And if you dont recall, Kikkalli is how Niamis getting information about you.  They want to know if anything feels different, or if youve noticed any changes.
	He was quiet a moment.  Well, Im starting to see things, things I cant really explain, he told her, turning and looking at Zyri.  Theres like a nimbus around some people, glowing colors.  Some peoples colors seem to hint at some things, others just strike me in certain ways without me seeing anything.
	Really?  Give an example, she pressed.
	Well, theres that new ElementalistSkord.  Theres an aura around him that seems, well, agreeable.  Something hints at me that Skord might me someone I could get to know.  Lorak has a sense about him thats almost completely opposite, but thats not something I can seeits just something I can feel.  Theres a coldness around Lorak that doesnt sit well with me.
	Well, Miranda mused.  Well, well, well.  What do you see around me?
	A blinding light, he told her honestly, looking at her.  Well, it would be blinding if it were real, but its that strong.  I know what that is.  When I look at you, I can see your mothers power around you.  Its a mark of what she did before you were born.  Its the mark of what you are.  Almost like she was reaching out to you and putting her hands around you.
	Well, I hope shes not trying to wring my neck, Miranda laughed.
	He ignored that.  What I can see around you would be impossible to hide, girl.  Its holy.  I bet every Demon that looks at you immediately sees it.  I bet they can feel  it from a longspan away.  Its like a beacon of holy power, and thats the kind of power that Demons fear more than anything else.  Thats why they either come right after you immediately or start running as soon as they take notice of you.
	Im just a popular girl, Miranda said with a winsome smile.  What do you see around Mist?
	Nothing, he answered.  I told you, I dont see things around everyone, at least not all the time.
	Ah.  What about Jal and Zyri?
	Nothing.  The only one I can see anything about in our group is Phandebrass.
	Im almost afraid to ask, she giggled, but what do you see?
	Power, he answered immediately, looking in the general direction of the Wizard.
	Thats not much of a surprise, Miranda said, tapping her muzzle thoughtfully.
	Dolanna and Haley came over from the other group.  Might we sit a spell, Tarrin? Haley asked politely.
	You never have to ask, Haley, Tarrin chided as he waved his paw at them.
	Im a Were-wolf, Tarrin, he said dismissively.  If I didnt have manners, I wouldnt be much of a Were-wolf.
	I didnt realize that thieves had manners, Miranda winked.
	Of course they do, thats how they keep their victim nearby while they pick his pockets, Haley said with a smile in reply as he and Dolanna sat down.
	What are they talking about over there? Mist asked.
	Not much, I fear, Dolanna answered.  Lorak is exploring the possibility that Phandebrass can open a gateway once we reach the Dura.
	Does he have that kind of spell? Tarrin asked.
	Lorak carries copies of them with him, Haley answered.  From what Ive pieced together, they already gave him the spells, and hes learned them.  Kimmies studying them right now, but she doesnt think she can cast the spells.  She told me its magic on a level shes never seen before.
	How are you feeling, dear one? Dolanna asked Tarrin.
	I feel fine, he answered.
	I would challenge that statement, given your earlier behavior, she said with a slight smile.  What is wrong?
	Oh, just more ache than usual, he said, shrugging absently.  Added to being surrouded by all these strangers.
	I thought as much, she told him.  Lorak has started quietly hinting that he would like for someone to teach him Sulasian, she informed them.
	No, Tarrin and Miranda said in unison.
	My feeling as well, but one wonders why you would be against it, Miranda, Dolanna said.
	Lorak has no reason to need to know Sulasian, Miranda stated.  Besides, if he does learn it, Ill just start speaking ShaKar.
	He might be able to puzzle some of that out, Tarrin mused aloud.
	Wikuni then.  You can just translate for me, Tarrin, she said with a cheeky grin.
	How many are you up to now, Tarrin?  Twelve? Haley asked with a chuckle.
	Thirteen, he corrected absently.  Sulasian, Arakite, ShaKar, Sharadi, Selani, Ungardt, Wikuni, Amazon, Duthak, dragon, and the three languages from here.
	Dragon?  Sapphire taught you dragon? Haley said in surprise.
	He nodded.  About half of it.  Dragons are born knowing their language, so when I took the shape of a dragon that first time, the rest of the language got imprinted into me.  I hadnt really thought of that until now, he admitted with a thoughtful stare past Haley, into the night.
	Haley laughed.  You should teach us to speak it, so we have a failsafe fallback language.
	I cant speak it like this, he said.  Many words are based on the shape of a dragons mouth, and I cant reproduce those sounds.
	Ah.  Clever, Haley said after thinking a moment.
	Dont you already speak Arakite, Haley?
	What caterer to the worldy traveler doesnt? Haley answered with a smile.
	Figured.  All that time in Dayis, youd better speak Arakite.
	And Shacan, he chuckled, then he looked to Dolanna.  But I think my favorite language has to be Sharadi, he admitted.  Theres a sense of formality and ancient traditions lurking in it that appeals to a Were-wolf.  Weve always been ones for tradition.
	It is an ancient language, Haley, virtually unchanged for thousands of years, Dolanna smiled.  It is only logical that it would seem thus.
	What language do the Woodkin speak? Miranda asked curiously.
	We dont have a common language, Haley answered her.  Generally those closer to this or that area speak whatever they speak around there.  Generally, most in the west speak Sulasian, or an old dialect of it, from back when Sulasia destroyed Rauthym and annexed the lands abutting the Heartwood.  The people on the eastern side of the forest speak Arakite, because of the Arkisians, and the ones in the south speak whatever local dialect of Shacan or Torian happens to have dominance.  Theres also a large number of local or dead languages floating around in there.  I know one pack of Were-wolves who speak Ruri, the language of Rauthym.  Theyre the only ones I know of who know that language, probably the only people left in Sennadar that do.  If you want to be able to speak to most anyone in the Heartwood, youd best be able to speak both Sulasian and Arakite on top of whatever language you learned growing up.
	Ruri eh?  Talk about secure communication, Miranda chuckled.
	Thats why they do it, he nodded.
	That wouldnt be your old pack, would it Haley? she asked with a grin.
	No, but I convinced a certain handsome young female to teach it to me, he said with a laugh.
	Audry? Tarrin asked, and Haley nodded.  That girls full of surprises, he mused.
	Be careful then, Dolanna said with a smile.  You speak a language that Tarrin does not.  That is not something he will allow to stand for long.
	I speak two, he chuckled.  Shacan and Ruri.  But he speaks about nine that I dont, so he has no reason to be jealous.
	Well, Id better get dinner going, Mist announced.
	You dont have to keep cooking, Miranda told her.  They have people for that.
	They can cook for themselves, she said bluntly, standing up.  I wont eat anything they make, and I wont let Tarrin or the cubs either.
	She stalked off without another word, going to where they had their packs set, near the horses and Pegasi, and Haley watched her go.  Cubs?  Sounds like you have two new children, Tarrin, he said in a quiet tone, full of amusement.  That sounded rather final to me.
	I wont mind, Tarrin shrugged.  I have a big house, and its sitting empty at the moment.
	Its a good thing you dont.  Sounds like you dont have much choice, Haley chuckled.
	After dinner, after an evening as Lorak and Skord compared information and made plans, which Tarrin didnt bother sitting in on, darkness caused most to seek out their tents.  Lorak seemed to want to object to the fire that had been built for Tarrin, but it just took one glance in Mists direction to make him hold his peace.  Hed tangled with Mist once already, and it seemed that Lorak was the kind that learned his lessons.  Tarrin sat within the large fire, which caused wild curiosity by the soldiers before they went to their tents, his sword sitting on his legs as he closed his eyes and concentrated in silent meditation.  The power of his element seemed to be awakened by the presence of his sword, and he could feel much more energy around him than other times he had done this.  He wondered idly why there was more around him this time than the others, more energy surrounding him, but he could find no easy or quick answer.  All he knew was that there seemed to be more around him to work with, more available energy to use to bend to the task of reparing his wings, and he had to take advantage of it while he could.
	He could hear their voices now.  He didnt tell Miranda that.  He could hear them, like whispers, like ghostly sounds that seemed to be far away, but they were clearer now than they had ever been before.  He could hear them talking to each other, hear them trying to talk to him.  He wondered what they were trying to saywho they were.  There were eleven of them that he could hear, and not all of them were friendly.  One voice railed and screamed and raged, hurled curses that were directed at him, but it was just as distant as the others.
	That was the One.  The other ten were the remaining gods who inhabited this world.
	He touched the blade of his sword, and those voices suddenly became much closer, much clearer.  Touching on the power locked within the sword, the other part of his dual existence, brought him closer to that power that was locked away from himthat he had locked away from himself.
	That was true enough.  That power was his power, and it was him.  The sword was not something separate from himself, with its own will, it was him.  The sword locked that power away because he wanted to be separate from it.  That was a simple, fundamental truth, something he had always evaded or ignored, because he did not want to understand, he did not want to know, he did not want to admit it.  He had long denied the divine part of his being, because it represented something he did not want to face.
	That he no longer belonged in the mortal world.
	But now he faced a threat from the divine side of things, and now he found himself desperately needing that power.  And it was there, still locked within his sword, simply waiting for him to call upon it.  It could not just instantly heal him, for the wounds done to him were dealt by a divine hand, and thus made  them true.  But if he could touch on that power, unlock it, it would help accelerate his ability to repair the damage done to him.  Unlike the One, he did not rely on others for his power.  It was all his own.
	He meditated on this truth for long hours, until the concept of time dissolved into the recesses of his mind.  He looked within, trying to find the path to the power locked in his sword, trying to understand how he had separated himself from it, and learn how to unlock it.
	It was not easy.  Walking through the tunnels of his mind, he found multiple barriers in his pathbarriers he himself had erected.  They were the isolation of man from god, mortal from divine, a series of blocks he had put inside himself to deny the truth within, to cling to his mortality despite the grim reality of his condition and futility of such an act.  They were barriers he discovered that he could not penetrate, because despite his need to find that other part of himself, he still refused to accept, deep down in his soul, what he was.
	There was no getting past that.  To unlock his full power, he had to accept his divinity, he had to abandon his mortal life and fully embrace the power of his divine soul.  That was something that he would not do, that was something he would die to avoid having happen, because he desperately feared destroying everyone and everything around him should that come to pass.  He hated who he was, hated it with a passion, because he was afraid of it.  It was his only real fear, and in a way it had replaced his old fear of losing himself to his ferality.  Now he feared losing his mortality, of giving up his lifeit would be like dying to him, and the Cat joined with the Human in raging against that possibility.  Self preservation was the most powerful instinct within him, and both sides of his nature agreed that accepting the power of his godhood would end his life as a mortalwhich would not be allowed.
	But he did feel that he could make progress.  Maybe he couldnt accept what he was, but he could acknowledge it.  He could admit it.  That was a step in the right direction, and he found that to be relatively easy.  Yes, he could admit that he was at least part god.  Yes, he could admit that he had that power, and yes, he could admit that right now, he needed it.
	That did matter.  He felt more of a connection with that other side of himself. Acknowledging that the power exists allowed the power to touch him more stronglyodd, that was.  It was almost like a mortal admitting the existence of a god, which allowed the god to make contact with himjust like what happened with Keritanima and the Goddess.  Keritanima had to acknowledge she existed before Niami could even begin trying to communicate with her.  He had never acknowledged his power the way he had like this before, and it was like opening a door inside of him, just a little bit.
	He felt that power blossom inside him like a rose, flowing into him from his sword.  It was a warm, gentle sensation flowing into his wings, and for the first time in many days, the pain was completely washed awayif only for a moment.  He became aware of the fire around him, surrounding him, and he touched on its power, commanding it in a way he had not been able to since his injury.  He made it hotter, intensified it, feeding his power into it even as he drew power from it, forming a symbiotic bond with the fire.  He felt that power surround him, to the point where he wasnt quite sure if he was still on the ground or not, but he was too lost in his work to worry about such trivial things.  He bent this influx of power to the task at hand, sending it into his wings, attempting to repair the damage done to them during his battle with the One.
	He had no concept of time.  There was only the time when he was working to repair his wings, and then the instant when he felt a paw grab hold of his ankle.  That touch instantly conveyed to him that it was Mist grabbing hold of him, reaching into the fire.  She was concerned, but she was also quite happy about something, and a little excited.  He opened his eyes and found him looking down at her, and realized he was hovering in the air within the fire, a fire which was no a raging bonfire whose flames reached a hundred spans into the air.
	With but a thought, he caused the fire to subside, until it was gone.  He dropped to the ground at a stately pace, then looked at Mist for a moment without recognizing her by sight, absorbed in looking upon what was within, looking directly at her soul.  What he saw inside of her was much different than what was outside.  Her soul was a loyal, loving soul, shining like a blazing star with both its purity and its power, and he realized that the bonds of loyalty shining in her soul were tied directly to him.  The loyalty and trust he had earned with her since that first day hed met her, healing away the scar deep inside her and restoring her ability to have children had only strengthened over the years, blossomed into a powerful love that made Jesmind or Kimmies feelings for him but candles held up to the sun.  Mists devotion to him was so utter, so absolute, that her soul almost seemed to begin where his ended, the ghostly tendrils of their bonds visible to his eyes, snaking between them like wispy cords.  Tarrin was a male who had many powerful bonds with many people, for it was in his nature to be so accepting.  His bonds with Mist were powerful, but in their way, so also were his bonds with Allia and Keritanima, or his bonds with the Goddess, or his bonds with Dolanna, his bonds with Triana and his parents and Sapphire, and his bonds with Jesmind and Kimmie, and his children.  But where Tarrins soul was receptive to holding others, Mists soul only had room for him.  Not even her own child held the same place inside her soul that Tarrin occupied.
	She was smiling at him.  He blinked, then looked over at her, and impulsively reached out and put the pad of his palm to her cheek.  She cupped his paw with her own and gave him a look of sedate, boundless love, the utter contentment of a woman who had everything in the world she would ever want.
	What? he asked absently.
	Are you killing the One today? she asked.
	Why ask that? he retorted.
	She reached past him, over his shoulder, then he felt her grab his wing.  There was some pain, but it wasnt sharp or raw.  She pulled on it, and Tarrin felt it move.  He looked over his shoulder as she continued to pull, and saw, to his surprise, that his wings were now fully fledged and grown out.  They looked whole, even down to the licks of flame that appeared to be feathers.  But they were a shell, nothing more, because inside of them there were still injuries to heal away.  Tarrin found that he could move them, but he still could not retract them, nor could he cause them to change shape.  He had made significant progress towards repairing them, however.  At first, he had shored up the arches to provide a foundation.  Now, he had accelerated filling them out so he could again move them.  Now simply came repairing the rest of the damage, to fully restore the powers and abilities that those wings represented.  He could sense about himself that by restoring parti