The white steed met his master's gaze.
The two small wings near his ears suddenly enlarged, growing dramatically, transforming from tiny five-inch things into full-fledged wings that swept back to cover his flanks, magnificent and broad, feathered white and edged with swirling purple.
Moon's eyes widened. "What kind of transformation is this?"
Rather than responding, Mirage simply took off, launching into the air with a powerful beat of his newfound wings, flying at a speed that eclipsed even his ground gallop, soaring through the air with effortless grace.
Moon watched his companion wheel through the air above him like a mythical pegasus, stunned, for several seconds before Mirage descended and lowered himself beside Moon, an unmistakable invitation to climb on.
"I will not be polite!" Moon said, excitement bubbling over as he vaulted atop the steed's back.
