Their eyes widened as they watched, fascinated as Quinton just got wings!
“Oohh!”, they didn’t really have any words to exclaim their fascination, but they curiously reached out to them, wanting to touch Quinton’s wings.“Want to touch!”, they said, glad they had learned that word at the very least, even if Quinton had just barely mentioned it before. He was just very very excited! And he wanted to touch!
The wings gently relaxed after a few seconds extended and Quint chuckled in small delight at the little coo.
“Ofcourse, just be careful.” They were sensative, but it wasn’t a bad thing he simply might jump was all if he hadn’t been asked, and he was glad the smaller had such lovely little manners.
“They’re very soft aren’t they? They’re such a bother to clean.. I don’t get to have them out very often. They cause trouble, getting in the way.” He mildly rambled idly. It was rather nice to have company since he’d not been expecting any on his walk.
The little spirit happily scooted closer, so they were almost right next to Quinton, and reached out to touch his wings. “Soft!”, they exclaimed, smiling as they gently pet the wing, slightly carding their fingers through the feathers. It was really nice!
“Hair bother to clean!”, they hummed, nodding. Already their hair had leafs and twigs stuck in them, and they weren’t going to bother cleaning their hair. It would just get full of stuff again next time he climbed into his tree!
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