"How is your wing doing?"
Leox considered for a moment.
"Probably just about ready to get rid of the bandage"
"Oh good"
Laura reached for the bandage that cocooned his wound, Leox flinched.
"I'll be gentle" she said, however, he felt his face flush red. "Ok"
Laura gently coerced his wing into a position where she could reach the bandage easily. Leox complied. She reached for a pair of scissors, and carefully cut through the bandage, peeling it away from his wing.
She has no idea, he shivered unwillingly, what she's doing to me.
In avian culture, it was considered intimate to touch another's wings, unless it was a parent assisting in caring for them, or other things along the line. This however, was pushing it.
He watched her study the large scar on his left wing, and felt how she touched the feathers around it with such care. His face burned furiously.
Get a grip god damn it! He yelled to himself inwardly.
"Your feathers are so soft" Laura pointed out.
That was the last of his control. Leox stood up sharply, lifting his wings out of her reach, and walked towards the door.
"Let's see if I can fly" he murmured, covering his face desperately.
YOU ARE READING
Firelight
FantasyAn Avian and a girl are on the run. A dark force is hunting them down, and they've hurt Leox's wing. Now they're stuck in the middle of nowhere in a dilapidated old shack. They must stay to recuperate and recover their strength, but what about Leox...
