closed 🪶 so many birds of so many feathers

[garudas]

Who: Benedikta Harman & Others.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost.
What: Benedikta tries to fix up the chocobo stables that she broke last month, and she also gets a new visitor through the rifts.
Warnings: None for now.

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[garudas]

[Look at her, sucking up to him and getting what she wants!!! Astrid's feathers puff out in joy as she takes the green from him.

And with that out of the way, she moves to the pile of lumber that had been gathered and set aside by some of the crew for rebuilding the stables.]

They are... not made of the magic of this world, no?

[velocityraptor]

Ah, well, that's kind of a yes and no answer. They're my quirk, so without the tattoo, they're not there and that's weird. [ Hawks will offer Astrid a little head pat too, gently running fingers through feathers. ]

But they're not from here. I was born with them. I'm what we call a heteromorph, meaning I have mutated traits from something not entirely human. For me, it's a hawk.

[garudas]

[A heterowhatnow?

Benedikta's brows furrow in confusion, but as she knocks a plank of wood free from the pile and lifts it from the ground with her magic, a breeze blustering through, she continues to eye them with interest. How did he end up mutated with them anyway...? If he was born with them? Questions that sit on the tip of her tongue but ones that she does not feel quite so comfortable asking just yet. She has only just met the boy after all.]

And they do not get cumbersome? I often find that my wings can get in the way more often than not.

[That wood is carried over to where Hawks is standing, right where the stables used to be, and she drops it carelessly to the ground at his feet.]

[velocityraptor]

[ At the very least, he doesn't seem to mind questions. He doesn't - people have been asking them for years. He stands out and has a public facing job. People here might be shy but not every reporter at home has been. ]

I mean, kind of? [ That's probably one of the stranger questions, actually. ] They're attached to me though. Even if I shed all my feathers, I'd still have the bone structure there. [ He does not like to be that unarmed. But more importantly... ]

You have wings?

[garudas]

[Ah. She supposes that not everyone has been around long enough to see them for themselves, and it's not like she walks around with them out...

So there's something of a smile as she gives her shoulders a little shrug, and in a burst of magic and feathers and wind, her own wings unfurl from her back, their span wide and reaching, white feathers tipped in a light green. It startles a couple of the chocobos, squawks and warks echoing off the cliff walls.]

Not quite the same as yours and made of magic, but... still my own.

[Her smile turns a bit proud before she's bending over to straighten a plank of wood, and she shoves it into the dirt where she'd dug a little hole.]