"Flying?" he says indistinctly, wistfully. First good idea he's heard in a while - fly, get away from this, go now up not pinned here. Julien's wings quiver. He breathes the athelas. It can happen later. He has to be able to get up first.
If he can't bend at the waist - God, he can't bend at the waist! - that makes more sense than tenting up. Julien kicks at the air, hampered by pajama bottoms doing nothing but tangling his legs, and pushes his tail down as he uses one wing.
He's heavier. Quite a lot heavier. When he rolls over onto his chest he rocks before coming to a stop, big and loaf-shaped with his wings half open and his feet half hidden under his tail. His back is knee-high; higher, when his feathers fluff.
"Urgh." His neck is stretched out in front of him, chin on the ground. Now he tries to move it and makes weird sinuous motions with it and his head, trying to raise up and flopping. Freezing. It feels weird, he doesn't like it. Some of the feathers on his neck raise and bristle. "God, I don't know how to raise my head! Why's it so complicated?"
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If he can't bend at the waist - God, he can't bend at the waist! - that makes more sense than tenting up. Julien kicks at the air, hampered by pajama bottoms doing nothing but tangling his legs, and pushes his tail down as he uses one wing.
He's heavier. Quite a lot heavier. When he rolls over onto his chest he rocks before coming to a stop, big and loaf-shaped with his wings half open and his feet half hidden under his tail. His back is knee-high; higher, when his feathers fluff.
"Urgh." His neck is stretched out in front of him, chin on the ground. Now he tries to move it and makes weird sinuous motions with it and his head, trying to raise up and flopping. Freezing. It feels weird, he doesn't like it. Some of the feathers on his neck raise and bristle. "God, I don't know how to raise my head! Why's it so complicated?"