Vincent returned to the New Hope soldier camp. A few soldiers saw him land. They immediately surrounded and gawked at him. A few even reached out to touch his wings. Vincent quickly receded his wings. “Do not touch,” he commanded.
A few of the soldiers sulked momentarily.
Creed heard a commotion. He figured Vincent must have returned. He eventually had put on several pieces of protective gear, while he waited and treated the wounded. He walked out of the treatment zone only to see his brother.
Vincent glanced around at the mass of soldiers. The will to pull out his wings seemed strong, but the idea of the humans' grabby hands touching them was very unappetizing.
Someone noticed Creed and cried in excitement. "It's the Divinity! I recognize him, even with his face covered."
Creed took a step back with wide eyes after hearing the yell. He quickly waved his hands in front of himself. "Please do not make a big deal."