She flusters, but shifts enough to get her back a little more towards him, tugging her shirt up just enough to bare the place her lower wings connect to the skin and the soft feathers that line her lower back. ]
Um-- wherever you're most comfortable. It's hardest for me to reach the back easily, so...
[Awkward indeed, but for Dan Heng, there's a quiet undercurrent of excited curiosity. He's never done something like this before-- never been in a position close enough to examine.
Sorry he's like this.]
I can start there, then.
[His hand is gentle when he reaches out to touch, fingers beginning to card through her feathers to find quills that have yet to emerge.] Tell me if I pull or cause any discomfort?
[ She doesn't shy from the touch, at least, though the feathers raise gently under his hands, fluffing up-- the feathers and down closest to and along her spine, between the wings, grow in powder-soft and fluffy, deeply warmed by her skin, but the feathers that grow out along her wings are stiff and firm under the hand. The flight feathers that remain are fortunately cut evenly, though; neat, even if a bit too short and unnecessary; the empty spaces, between fallen feathers and pinfeathers yet to break the skin, is hot and soft-- and strangely shrinkwrapped to the wing in the way of most birds, only bone and ligament or muscle under it with no fat to speak of.
She's a bit tense, but to be expected from someone being touched in a vulnerable spot for the first time by someone, though she makes a concentrated effort to relax. ]
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He eyes her for a moment before caving to the desire to reach out, but he still has manners!] Where would you like to start?
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She flusters, but shifts enough to get her back a little more towards him, tugging her shirt up just enough to bare the place her lower wings connect to the skin and the soft feathers that line her lower back. ]
Um-- wherever you're most comfortable. It's hardest for me to reach the back easily, so...
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Sorry he's like this.]
I can start there, then.
[His hand is gentle when he reaches out to touch, fingers beginning to card through her feathers to find quills that have yet to emerge.] Tell me if I pull or cause any discomfort?
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[ She doesn't shy from the touch, at least, though the feathers raise gently under his hands, fluffing up-- the feathers and down closest to and along her spine, between the wings, grow in powder-soft and fluffy, deeply warmed by her skin, but the feathers that grow out along her wings are stiff and firm under the hand. The flight feathers that remain are fortunately cut evenly, though; neat, even if a bit too short and unnecessary; the empty spaces, between fallen feathers and pinfeathers yet to break the skin, is hot and soft-- and strangely shrinkwrapped to the wing in the way of most birds, only bone and ligament or muscle under it with no fat to speak of.
She's a bit tense, but to be expected from someone being touched in a vulnerable spot for the first time by someone, though she makes a concentrated effort to relax. ]