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]

[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.]

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks is delighted and impressed and he claps a couple of times. ]

Very nice! [ He's taking in her wingspan, it has to be close to his own, if not bigger perhaps. ]

I certainly hope you fly! [ Because that's the best way to travel, obviously, he's not at all biased. ]

[garudas]

[Benedikta preens at that, giving her wings a proud ruffle, her smile tugging wider when the chocobos take interest.]

Of course I can. Why else would I have them?

[She folds them against her back and continues to work. It's not so often that she leaves them out like this, but... birds of a feather...]

It took some time to manage them, but... unlike my old wings, these take little to no effort at all to maintain.

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks knows all about pride in one's wings, he's very proud of his own. ]

I taught my cute little intern how to fly. Best thing I ever did.

[ Ah, he misses him. ] Really? Lucky. I'm in the middle of molting. [ Hawks sighs heavily, lamenting. ] They look terrible. I really need a good preening.

[garudas]

[Is it strange that she still finds them quite stunning?]

Have you tried asking the gryphons up top?

[Is she serious? Joking? Yes.]

My own wings do not need that sort of maintenance, yet they insist on trying anyway. The chocobos, not as much.

[velocityraptor]

[ They certainly are a spectacle, a lot of people think so it's just his bird-like instincts that are saying they're not perfect and presentable. He chuckles at the joke though. ]

No, I haven't. That's lucky that you don't have to look after yours like that. It's a kind of itchy when the feathers are replacing themselves naturally. You wouldn't want to.

[garudas]

... I can imagine.

[She pauses the conversation, and motions to the more cumbersome task—the post that needs to be dug into the ground.]

There is a shovel over there. Grab that and start piling the dirt back in around this.

[And with that, she sends her wings away again in a blink, feathers fluttering about and making her chocobo kweh and chase after them.]

I have heard many a bird complain to me about their molting. I don't believe there is much that I could have done for them, however.

[velocityraptor]

[ Oh good, clear directions. Hawks is all to happy to hop to that and do as she asks. ]

Preening helps a lot, but that's kinda inappropriate if you aren't close to someone like that. Not much else to do but wait it out.

[garudas]

I certainly did not offer to do so for them.

[She laughs and twists that big post into the dirt, and one of the chocobos comes over to watch them, curious, and tries to dig its feet into this little hole that she's created before she has to shoo them away. The bird snips its beak at her in return and moves over to Hawks's side instead.]

Though I do have to ask—do you understand them at all?

[velocityraptor]

I don't blame you, if you do it properly it can take close to two hours. For mine anyway.

[ His publicist team does not have the patience for that. ]

Ummm, well, probably kind of? It's not like talking to someone, birdsong is kinda like based on a general vibe rather than a language. [ That's his interpretation of it, at least. ]