"Ah? Oh, these?" And they twitch again as she turned slightly, rotating this way and that on her heel.

"No, they're not separate from me or sentient, though I can take them off. They move like my hands, really. When I'm talking, or when I hear things; like that."

Now that she was thinking about them, though, Flandre tried to keep them still and less distracting. It...sort of worked.

"My sister has nicer ones. They're soft, and look like a bat's."

Why yes, she does think of bats as pretty.