“But I’ll let you hold onto my crown feathers if we do fly, then you shouldn’t fall. Too close to my wings and they might knock you off from the flying… would you like to some time?”
He bit his lip and thought for a moment.
“… When I molt… I’m really close to blind till I can get it off my face. It’s itchy and awful and I hate it. But don’t tell all right? I mean it’s fine to say it’s itchy but, I don’t like admitting I’m down to relying on a sense of smell mostly.”
Pales