The Bird and the Bee

Chapter 25

The falcon quickly looked back when she heard the slam of the window frame, immediately shifting back when she heard the pained trill of the Honeyguide. The ymbryne had to be careful as she lifted the window, quickly catching the Honeyguide before she could fall.

"Jenny, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Alma looked down at the bird in her hands, clearly worried and she gently shut the window before picking her back up. She reached out to lift her wing, the bird letting out a chirp and she eased her hand away, noticing she couldn't fold it back against her.

"Here, let me sit you down." She says softly, cradling her close as she walked over to the bed, taking a blanket and bundling it together into a makeshift nest before carefully setting Jenny down within it. The Honeyguide tried to shift back, but Alma stopped her, carefully holding out her wing to look over it. She felt a bit relieved when she seen it wasn't bleeding at all, it didn't seem to appear broken either. Possibly just sprained.

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I should have been paying attention." Alma says softly, her eye brows knit in concern as Jenny climbed out of the blanket to reside in her palms instead with a soft chirp. The ravenette layed back against the headboard of the bed, being gentle as she trailed her finger down her head and back. Jenny left her wing out, the other tucked against her as she tucked her talons underneath her, her feathers puffing out slightly as she relaxed against the womans hands.

"You shouldn't be stuck for too long, I'd imagine. It doesn't seem like you broke anything." Alma says softly, glancing over her. "Does it feel broken?"

Jenny tilted her head slightly and went to move her arm, Alma taking note she can still move it slightly, but couldn't tuck it in.

"Thats alright, you possibly just sprained it." She says, the Honeyguide letting out a frustrated chirp. "Its okay, you should be able to change back in a day or so." Jenny let out another angry trill, resting her beak against the woman's thumb, Alma noticing the annoyance on her face.

"Come here." She says softly, the little bird glancing at her before stepping off her palm and carefully making her way up the woman's top, using the buttons to hook her talons on as she did before nestling up against the crook of her neck. It took her a few minutes to try and get comfortable, eventually letting out a quiet irritated chirp before giving up and perching on her shoulder.

"Would you prefer me shifting as well for tonight?" Alma asks, the little bird looking up at her for a moment and then chirping quietly. The ravenette carefully picked her up and set her back down in the blanket, shifting herself into the peregrine falcon. She used her beak to pull open the blanket for her to join, the Honeyguide immediately cuddling up next to her when the falcon took a seat. Alma rested her head against the blanket, lifting her wing for Jenny to go under and the little bird immediately got the message. She nuzzled up against her feathers, enjoying the warmth when she layed her wing down against her and bumped her beak briefly with Jenny's before laying down. It didn't take long for Miss Honey to fall asleep, bundled up in the warmth of the falcons feathers. Alma watched over her for a while, Jenny's injured wing resting underneath hers and the bird moved closer to her, sending one last look over the little bird before shutting her eyes.

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The older woman woke up that morning when the sun hit her eyes, peeking her head up with a short yawn as she stretched out her wings. Expecting Jenny to still be asleep, she looked down but immediately stood up when she seen she wasn't there. The falcon walked around the bed and didn't find her, deciding to shift back before looking for her.

"Jenny?" She glanced around the room, searching in different spots and couldn't find her. Confused, the older woman decided to look downstairs, slipping her jacket on and pulling her hair up before heading downstairs. Her heels echoed faintly on the steps when she reached the bottom, noticing Matilda was up and sitting in the parlor.