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Dr. F

" If you want my recommendation, I'd say keep those wings wrapped up under some warm clothes while it's cold outside, " Dr. F said, as he continued to glance at the pages of his book. " It's nothing to be too worried about, health wise. They do,unfortunately, tend to come with a… stigma, though. "

" Stigma? " Blecku felt a short spike of anxiety run through her as she asked. She'd never really needed to go to the doctor before...not for anything like this. It was nerve wracking.

" Well, these wings in particular just have some interesting history to them that can make life...a bit difficult is all. " He paused on a specific page and wrinkled his snout. " The ribcage wings have often been associated with families that were known for dabbling in, erm... " His voice quieted to a whisper as he spoke next, “Dark magic."

" D-dark magic? " She could feel the tips of her ears burning at his statement. " But, I would never! "

Her offended tone had Dr. F waving a hand to calm her down. " No, no dear I know. Like I said, it’s just past associations. They don’t crop up very often, so when they do, they become associated with this old reputation. Wyngrew tend to stereotype these wings with family bloodlines who are naturally gifted in that tainted magic."

" Well don't stereotype my parents, alright? " There was an awkward pause between the two of them before Blecku continued. " Is there anything I can do about it? I swear my family has never been involved with any magic, let alone dark…” Why couldn't she just grow normal wings like everyone else? Some feathered wings would have been just fine, they're cute. Webbed wings? Sure!
Curled, useless, nasty dark magic wings were far from the list of things she'd like to have.
" My recommendation to you would be...to keep them covered up. " He shut his book firmly and set it back onto it's shelf, giving her a moment to see it's title. A world of wild wings. That seemed to be understating it, from what Dr. F had just told her about her own.

" Even without having a medical book on hand, most wyngrew are going to know that those wings you're growing mean bad news. Unless you think you can handle the staring and rumors, I'd look into purchasing a nice winter coat. " He looked uncomfortable with his proposed solution. Must be pretty different from his usual work, she supposed. Your average wyngro could be helped with a few days of bedrest or some magic. There wasn't much he could do for someone who, apparently, just looked untrustworthy.

" I'm sorry, but the only other thing I think I could offer is someone to talk to if you need it. " He laid a hand on her shoulder but it didn't really make her feel any better. " I always keep information about my patients private. " The 'comforting' face he tried to put on didn't really suit him, she decided. It was almost goofy enough to cheer her up.
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Got help on the story from Nestly to make sure the wing lore was accurate! ;3c

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Previous Part

Featuring
Blecku
Dr. F

" If you want my recommendation, I'd say keep those wings wrapped up under some warm clothes while it's cold outside, " Dr. F said, as he continued to glance at the pages of his book. " It's nothing to be too worried about, health wise. They do,unfortunately, tend to come with a… stigma, though. "

" Stigma? " Blecku felt a short spike of anxiety run through her as she asked. She'd never really needed to go to the doctor before...not for anything like this. It was nerve wracking.

" Well, these wings in particular just have some interesting history to them that can make life...a bit difficult is all. " He paused on a specific page and wrinkled his snout. " The ribcage wings have often been associated with families that were known for dabbling in, erm... " His voice quieted to a whisper as he spoke next, “Dark magic."

" D-dark magic? " She could feel the tips of her ears burning at his statement. " But, I would never! "

Her offended tone had Dr. F waving a hand to calm her down. " No, no dear I know. Like I said, it’s just past associations. They don’t crop up very often, so when they do, they become associated with this old reputation. Wyngrew tend to stereotype these wings with family bloodlines who are naturally gifted in that tainted magic."

" Well don't stereotype my parents, alright? " There was an awkward pause between the two of them before Blecku continued. " Is there anything I can do about it? I swear my family has never been involved with any magic, let alone dark…” Why couldn't she just grow normal wings like everyone else? Some feathered wings would have been just fine, they're cute. Webbed wings? Sure!
Curled, useless, nasty dark magic wings were far from the list of things she'd like to have.
" My recommendation to you would be...to keep them covered up. " He shut his book firmly and set it back onto it's shelf, giving her a moment to see it's title. A world of wild wings. That seemed to be understating it, from what Dr. F had just told her about her own.

" Even without having a medical book on hand, most wyngrew are going to know that those wings you're growing mean bad news. Unless you think you can handle the staring and rumors, I'd look into purchasing a nice winter coat. " He looked uncomfortable with his proposed solution. Must be pretty different from his usual work, she supposed. Your average wyngro could be helped with a few days of bedrest or some magic. There wasn't much he could do for someone who, apparently, just looked untrustworthy.

" I'm sorry, but the only other thing I think I could offer is someone to talk to if you need it. " He laid a hand on her shoulder but it didn't really make her feel any better. " I always keep information about my patients private. " The 'comforting' face he tried to put on didn't really suit him, she decided. It was almost goofy enough to cheer her up.
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Got help on the story from Nestly to make sure the wing lore was accurate! ;3c

2/903