All right, she had to admit it was a little strange, the touch of someone's hands on her wing. But she'd never let anyone touch her wings as a child and she'd been without them so long, she figured she'd just forgotten what it felt like.
She wondered what was going through his mind. It wasn't revulsion and she was grateful for that. She supposed he was thinking with a scientific sort of mind. That's what doctors did. Or tended to do, anyway.
Certainly, his question was a fair and thoughtful one.
"I always assumed they were feathers," she said. "Childhood wings aren't nearly as sturdy. And they fall away, the same way that Human children lose their teeth." Which was to say, she didn't actually know if they were feathers or scales. She'd never even thought to ask any of her elders.
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She wondered what was going through his mind. It wasn't revulsion and she was grateful for that. She supposed he was thinking with a scientific sort of mind. That's what doctors did. Or tended to do, anyway.
Certainly, his question was a fair and thoughtful one.
"I always assumed they were feathers," she said. "Childhood wings aren't nearly as sturdy. And they fall away, the same way that Human children lose their teeth." Which was to say, she didn't actually know if they were feathers or scales. She'd never even thought to ask any of her elders.