[Said wing twitches back, not expecting to be touched. The feathers feel a bit like living plastic, and the wing itself feels unusually warm; warmer than body temperature, but not nearly enough to scald or burn. Okuu wasn't that startled.]
The old ones say they used to be prettier. [Pause] Not mine-mine, but...all of ours.
[She says with her arm still hanging in the gutter and her cheek pressed into the grass.]
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[Said wing twitches back, not expecting to be touched. The feathers feel a bit like living plastic, and the wing itself feels unusually warm; warmer than body temperature, but not nearly enough to scald or burn. Okuu wasn't that startled.]
The old ones say they used to be prettier. [Pause] Not mine-mine, but...all of ours.
[She says with her arm still hanging in the gutter and her cheek pressed into the grass.]