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Log 9: Man my wings need a preen

Rose walked through the ship, feet creating barely any sound on the cold metal. The reveal about how a squakling not being able to fly coursed through her veins, and she decided that she'd help this bird fly.

So Moss was passed out, wings outstretched. Rose, now having the mind capacity to focus on them, noticed they were in desperate need of preening. Grimy, ruffled and twisted feathers showed Rose that Moss didn't know how to preen.

So Rose, knowing how to do it from a few years of experience, grabbed a wet rag, a brush, and some gloves with soap, went over to Moss. Moss shuffled a bit in her sleep after the initial try of waking her up, so Rose put on a song.

It was made by another criminal, one she didn't know personally, but this was a remix of that song made "sus".

"I SUCK HIS DI-"

Moss shot up, quickly shutting the earrape off. Rose was full on cackling by now, tears springing to her eye.

"WHY? WHY. Wait what's with the cleaning stuff-"

Rose hadn't responded, just laughing harder. She just fell to the floor, a sleep-deprived Willow singing along to the turned-off song, who had just entered.

After Rose recovered, she guided Moss to her room, a confused Willow following.

"So I noticed your wings, I think I know why you can't fly. But if that's not the reason, it's still good to get them cleaned." Rose explained, putting on the gloves.

After a tiny bit of fighting, Rose had Moss seated on the floor, wings outstretched. Thus begun the process, Willow watching intently, as Rose brushed out old feathers, cleaned the grime off, and massaged the wings a bit.

Now Moss was rather untrustworthy of people touching her wings- after all, every squawkling was. But damn, it felt good getting the stuff out of her wings. Unknowingly, she slouched into Rose a bit, glad that her wings were finally clean after the- what, year or two? since they'd been last preened.

After Rose was done, Willow had gone to the kitchen, and Moss was flapping her wings easier. It felt amazing, even if her back was a bit sore while using them.

"Thank- fuck.. Thank you for preening them, it's a lot nicer." Moss finally thanked, still in awe about how her wings looked. Had they always been this vibrant of a green?

"No problem. I've known how to do it for years. Besides, it's always rewarding for the reaction." Rose said, going back to her room. But before she could leave, Moss questioned her.

"What do you mean years? Who's wings did you preen?"

Rose paused at the rather sudden question, eyes widening a sliver, before looking at the floor in a hopeless stance.

"Just somebody I knew."

And she was off.

But all Moss could think about was the name on the magenta leg wrap:

Tilly Valley.