He breathed, awed, his eyes pure lambent gold. He stared at it, seeming unable to look away from it. A tremulous finger reached to touch the wing, then he pulled back, afraid to break it. His strength was not a known quantity.

"It..." he just breathed out again. He was having trouble making sounds. He... had never seen something so beautiful. He was in awe at the statue and all it represented. At least, all of it that he could grasp at the moment.