[That is a sad thought; that someone obviously made for flight (even if what looks like a human ought not have wings) cannot fly due to being cripped in such a way.]
I hope it does, then. Flying... Well, if you're made for it, and used to it, it does lay the base for a... habit, so to speak. [Jetfire murmurs, though it's more like a need than merely something so... straightforward as a 'habit', before he smiles, both in response to Isabella's smile, and as a reaction for her comment about his wings.]
No, they aren't. I do not fly in the same way as you, as an organic being, does; my wings do not... hm, provide both lift and propulsion, therefore I don't need them to actually move. Another, internal part of me provides the propulsion.
[It is, of course, possible she won't understand the explanation, but Jetfire never remembers to tailor his explanations beforehand, and further, he wouldn't want to assume she might not understand.]
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I hope it does, then. Flying... Well, if you're made for it, and used to it, it does lay the base for a... habit, so to speak. [Jetfire murmurs, though it's more like a need than merely something so... straightforward as a 'habit', before he smiles, both in response to Isabella's smile, and as a reaction for her comment about his wings.]
No, they aren't. I do not fly in the same way as you, as an organic being, does; my wings do not... hm, provide both lift and propulsion, therefore I don't need them to actually move. Another, internal part of me provides the propulsion.
[It is, of course, possible she won't understand the explanation, but Jetfire never remembers to tailor his explanations beforehand, and further, he wouldn't want to assume she might not understand.]