Let’s go to the garden || preening

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BUT THE DEVIL'S NOT INTO DETAILS

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the prickling uncomfortable feeling of old feathers was one that Sabbath knew well. the Icarian had little desire to tangle with their own wings half the time, lest the loneliness return to overwhelm them. they'd seen Rox leaving camp and some idea had formed in the domestic hybrid's mind to follow after their dearest friend. was she alright, here in The Typhoon? was she finding everything to her liking? a soft breath left the Icarian as they flapped their wings, preferring to take to the air than to walk over the ground.

they'd noticed how dull their own pelt had been as of late, even with their healthy fish diet that should have left their coat gleaming. they had also noticed just how bothersome their feathers had become, and they knew that it was time, they couldn't put it off for much longer. it felt wrong not to preen with those of their kind, it was a lonely affair when they did it by themself, there was no chance to talk with others. curling their tail, they gazed below as they lazily drifted from drafts of warm and cool wind, a low chirp leaving them as they banked their wings to one side. it seemed that there was a hot spring not far off, the heat in the air making them shiver a little as they dropped closer to the ground.

a loud trill left the domestic as the air drafts changed, causing a short tumble through the sky for a moment as they struggled to right themself, "Ai!" they called out in surprise, steadying up before they tried once more, folding their wings close to their body and letting themself free fall down below into the hot spring with a loud splash! breaching their head above the water with a pleased treble, the Icarian paddled in the warm water, quickly warming up, "Psst. It's nice.", they crooned out towards Rox's direction with a mischievous grin upon their face.

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