Answer:
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
I contain six letters minus one and you got twelve.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever. What am I?
I am black when you buy me red when you use me when I turn white you know itβs time to throw me away.
Dark, feathery, and popular in Baltimore and fantasy books.