Just a Thought
[strikes are only readable to dark grey and black Feathers]
Black. Ugh. My wings are more than a bit dingy-looking lately. They don't match my clothes... my skin... my eyes... They're the odd factor. The unclean factor. Perhaps it is the darkness in my heart reflecting upon them. That'd make sense. The townsfolk don't seem to trust those with grayer feathers, and just plain dislike those with even darker feathers.
But I'm not un-likeable. I think, at least. Curses. I feel a certain darkness in the Doctor, but his wings... Is there a bleach for them? It'd be rather unfortunate if I were to try such a thing and the feathers fell out.
I can't let anyone without this darkness know. Nothing would ever get done. No one would trust me. no one would understand my darkness if they did not possess some of their own. Creatures of the light are not known for their understanding manner towards us, are they?
I need to clear my head. I need to clean something.
But my room has been cleaned. If anyone has an unclean room or wishes for me to clean something else, I'd gladly do it free of charge. Most of this place need a little tender loving care anyway.