In the early 1900s, the nation of Aetheri came out of its long interdimensional isolation and revealed to the humans of the Symphony Archipelago that they were not alone in the multiverse. Things swiftly got ugly after that.
In the early 1990s, Aetheri's leadership changed, and in the Archipelago, a tiny broken family of half-siblings banded together in the face of the bile and hate that was boiling up between the humans and the non-humans.
In the early 2000s, that family was split apart. Hawk Press and his sister Liya Kiski both begin a long and exhaustive journey towards understanding the difference between friend and enemy--and between the family you're given, and the family you make.
The beach was empty, at least near the foot of the bleached wooden stairs they took down to the sand.
"You know," Teige said, through a mouthful of hot dog, "Back on Earth, I was all for us goblins revealing ourselves to the humans. And living alongside them, and alla that." He hefted their now shared messenger bag off his shoulder and over his head, and then said dryly, "But I'd be lying through my teeth if I said this little field trip wasn't challenging me worldview some."
Hawk ignored him, wolfing down the last of his own lunch, taking a look at the sky. Teige watched him shuffle his wings about, frowning.
"Now, I wasn't going t'ask, since it ent really my business," he said after a moment, "But why don't you ever put your wings away?"
Hawk took the bait and whipped round to stare at him, nonplussed.
"You know," Teige said again, when Hawk didn't answer, "Transform 'em away, like. All I'm saying is we've got lucky so far," he added hastily, holding up his hands, as Hawk started towards him. "Not having any trouble since we left Port Siena. But--"
"I can't," Hawk interrupted, and plucked the strap of the messenger bag out of Teige's hand.