Megan held her harp in one hand and her wings in the other, having put on the halo as soon as she'd received it. Haloes were great. "Um." She flapped her own wings, all four of them, which were pretty and rainbow colored and fairy-like and not fluffy like the ones she was holding, and frowned down at the ones in her hand. "So... am I supposed to put these on over mine, or...?" She looked up plaintively.