It was embarrassing enough to be only half-avariel. It was worse when that made you the only winged elf not to be able fly gracefully. Alexis could fly no doubt, he just had problems staying aloft and landing. And controlling himself. He had a tendency to run into things.
Alexis was fed up with how the others treated him. Earlier that day he sneaked out of the city and ran, since he couldn’t fly long distances, into another town a few miles from his city. He wasn’t sure how the people would react to him here. His people normally kept to themselves. Alexis had seen the earth-bound races before, but only as visitors in his city, never the other way around. In a desperate attempt to blend in, Alexis folded his wings against his clothes. They were still visible but he hoped most people wouldn’t notice them as easily.
His assumption was anything but correct.