It lazed down close to it, its translucent wings blurred, then it landed and sampled some and rubbed its forefeet together in appreciation.

The green-tinted wings blurred the light, wings that appeared almost crystalline one moment and diaphanous the next.

His wings blurred to nothing and he gave me a tiny thumbs-up.

Jenks's wings blurred into motion.

His wings blurred to nothing and he grinned.

Jenks's wings blurred, then steadied.

Motionless wings and tails blurred into invisibility.

His wings blurred, and then he was gone, heading across the cemetery at head height, dodging tombstones like a hummingbird on a mission.

Jenks's wings blurred, and he rose four inches, still sitting cross-legged.

Jenks's wings blurred.