[maybe these are just new decorations to go with his usual wing bling?]

Are your wings unaffected here?

Shame upon shame, one is loath to admit that one has succumbed to an ill effect of this realm. One has just discovered that one's capacity for flight has been impaired, it seems! Oh, it is most awful, indeed! It is as though the very air is missing, like the waters from a dry river, and there is no substance in which one may row her wings. How could this be so? Is there a trick to it? Please illuminate the solution! One cannot live like this!