Flying Wing

"Wings?"

"Not wings, just one wing, a strip of flesh that wriggles and wiggles in the air and achieves flight by sheer, indomitable will."

"How does that work?"

"It doesn't, not really, but that's the point, they're sacred to Blegia, who it is said, said: 'It is their fate that they find the sky despite not having the tools for it, find prey despite lacking advantage over it, and thrive despite having so many disadvantages stacked against it, just because they can, just because they will not give up'."