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[filial_guardian]

[There's a few muttered curses, followed by a groan.] T... Tch. Ugh. I feel like someone just... Are things back to normal?

[He pauses, as if he's trying to get his bearings. But it has more to do with him staring at a fistful of feathers he's holding.]

And now I'm molting. Again. What the hell.

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[filial_guardian]

Of course I've "lost feathers" before. [He's not in a very good mood, and he's struggling with the fact that he can not be in a very good mood.]

Everyone's feathers fell out several months ago. No one was spared from getting sick.

[filial_guardian]

[There's more grouchy muttering. Sorry Ted.] Who are you and why are you bothering me?

[Voice]

[forthezora]

[SIGH SNORT but she's actually relieved to hear him be all crass again]

Walter, honestly...

[Voice]

[filial_guardian]

[He's in a sour mood, and still getting used to the fact that he can feel that way. His head hurts, he feels ill, the large wings are not comfortable in summer weather (or just in general), and now said large wings are losing feathers like they're going out of style.]

Honestly what, Princess? I'm molting.

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[forthezora]

As I am, Walter. [She took mirth at your misfortune, but her own makes her sound annoyed. How twisted]

[Voice]

[filial_guardian]

...

[Well. Well-- I'm molting more than you are. Hmph.]

Are you filling the lake with feathers, then?

[filial_guardian]

What?

[long pause]

The Merines is--

She should be at Madam Musette's house.

[holysovereign]

Walter, where are you?

[filial_guardian]

[There's a few muttered curses. Then a lengthy pause as he realizes there's someone else addressing him.]

Where?

...The river.

[holysovereign]

... I'll see if I can send Will out to find you.

[filial_guardian]

What? Why? [The anger is quickly slipping away as he realizes something's up. Now he just sounds confused.]

Is the Merines--?