It was one of those nights at work, and I was bored, and I started sketching Raven. Then I sketched me dressed in a Raven outfit, and figured out how to make the wings work. I'm going to have to find some reasonably flexible sort of thin pole to put in sockets, removable so I can wash the thing, but I see how to do it in my head.
While I was thinking about how I'd sew it, a guy on the street asked me where Glendale was, how much further. I told him. As he blew me a kiss, a guy on a bike with black demon/dragon style wings whizzed past.
He saw the wings that weren't there yet. I could tell he could.