Summer Month: 3 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
(Works great for me! It's not like Aracelia gave him a name anyways xD)
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"I HAVE WHAT!" Aracelia demanded, eyes wide as he swung his head so fast over his shoulder his neck throbbed in protest. Horror and surprise pinned his eyelids wide, as his breath caught at the sight of the wings. They laid limply, as if no strength was put into them and as Aracelia moved his shoulders, they rose. "No, no no no no no!" He chanted, reaching a hand over and carefully tracing where his skin diverted and sprouted- oh god. A naseau crawled up his stomach again as he rapidly shook his head.
"Get them off of me!" He demanded Ambrose, wide eyes now welling with tears as he grasped the side of one of his wings painfully. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he quickly removed his powerful grasp from the delicate wings. The wings themselves lacked pagments, perhaps from being unnatural, or signifying the youth of the man connected to such a pair. "You have to get them off of me, please Ambrose, I can't- this can't happen. I need to go home. I can't have wings. I can't be small. I NEED to go back!" He pratically begged.