@son-of-skarmory || I love your feathers
From his usual spot in the back of his cage, the creature’s expression became visibly shocked, before growing more guarded.
She had to have some ulterior motive-everyone seemed to. A part of him, the part that had felt too much pain, was wary of such a vague term. Was she trying to win his trust, and for what purpose? Or perhaps this was some set-up; perhaps she’d love to have some of his feathers for herself more than seeing them upon a monstrosity like him. These thoughts and more ran wild in his mind.
But…she’d complimented him.
His feathers, more specifically, but considering how much of his body was covered by them, it hardly mattered to the creature. He mulled over his options, the uncertainty clear in the way he avoided her eyes and drew his wings in close.
Slowly, the hybrid shifted so that he was kneeling more than sitting, ever-so-slightly closer to this strange visitor. Although he still kept his gaze averted, one wing was cautiously spread foreward, the tips of his largest primaries extending past the bars of the cage for her to better examine. The ball was in her court now; if anything happened, he had no one to blame but himself.
She expected him to attack. After all, he looked like he didn’t appreciate her comment about his feather and- isn’t he more animal (monster) than human? And animals attack when they are displeased?
But he seemed to present his wing to her. And for a moment she stared, confused, and unwilling to move from her spot. Carefully (after a debate with herself), she reaches out to touch a single feather.
“It’s soft... I imagined it would be.” Blue was almost breathless, both from the fear of being attacked and with wonder. This is not something a human should have... but being the Evolver, her interest is greatly piqued. Perhaps he is the next evolution of man!
“Does it hurt?” she strokes the feather, hypnotized with the softness.