[Oh hell, he hadn’t meant to do that, and, hastily, his mind rushes through what he’s going to do. Every bit of him suddenly feels- foreign, out of place, in such a way that he hasn’t felt in a while now. He’d thought he’d gotten used to the changes of his body until they were just another mundane annoyance, but now, with the idea of facing one of his family again… What is he supposed to say? How can he face her looking like this? Should he even go down there-]
[Except then she’s trying to make a leap for the tree and WELL. There’s his choice made for him.]
Doll, hey now- hold on, I’m coming!
[Biting back a swear under his breath, he stretches out his wings and leaps down with them spread out. A year is a good amount of practice, and it’s child’s play, now, to just glide down smoothly back onto the forest floor.]
[Usually, he’s good at hiding his emotions. He’s had years of practice, putting on a smiling face- for the crowds, for what people wanted to see, for his family. Even when he’s worried about something, he tries for more thoughtful or serious than concern. When you’re the one leading everyone, their eyes on you become all the more heavy. Now, however, now he’s just… too tired for his usual flawless acts, too worn down. His brows are furrowed together as he awkwardly stands before her, forcing his hand to stay where it is instead of reaching up to touch the empty sleeve billowing around from his left shoulder.]
his flustered screeching will carry on for months
[Except then she’s trying to make a leap for the tree and WELL. There’s his choice made for him.]
Doll, hey now- hold on, I’m coming!
[Biting back a swear under his breath, he stretches out his wings and leaps down with them spread out. A year is a good amount of practice, and it’s child’s play, now, to just glide down smoothly back onto the forest floor.]
[Usually, he’s good at hiding his emotions. He’s had years of practice, putting on a smiling face- for the crowds, for what people wanted to see, for his family. Even when he’s worried about something, he tries for more thoughtful or serious than concern. When you’re the one leading everyone, their eyes on you become all the more heavy. Now, however, now he’s just… too tired for his usual flawless acts, too worn down. His brows are furrowed together as he awkwardly stands before her, forcing his hand to stay where it is instead of reaching up to touch the empty sleeve billowing around from his left shoulder.]
[He doesn’t know what to say.]