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Silent sat perfectly still on the stool. Daddy said they were getting trimmed for boarding school. Quiet was gonna go next and Silent just wanted this to be quick so that they could hug Papa before going to school for the next couple of months. He would miss Papa, but Quiet was going with him so it wouldn’t be so bad.
Daddy used his shears to clipped the longer feathers on the top of his head at first. Then he moved the cold metal to his wings. Silent tensed. He could feel his feather being cut. Daddy was cutting his flying feathers.
Papa said they were never supposed to hurt those. Why was Daddy cutting them?
“Daddy?” Silent asked, voice wavering.
“I have to, baby. It is in the rules for the boarding school,” Daddy explained, cooing softly at him between snips.
“You and Papa will come visit right? You’ll visit Quiet and me?”
“Of course raindrop, we’ll come see you two buggers.”
Silent looked back at Daddy, scrutinizing his face before turning back around. He nodded, accepting the answers he got. Daddy finished shipping off pieces of feather and sent him off to send Quiet over and pack up his most precious belongings.
He jogged back to the room he shared with Quiet. Papa had left out their bags, halfway packed with their clothes. He had left room for the twins to pack their own treasures too. Silent grabbed the stuffed owlbear from his bed and tucked her gently into the bag along with his special blankie. He and Quiet had ones that matched. The next item he placed in the bag was the little rock that had his dads voices saying goodbye. It repeated itself all the time. He loved it, making sure it was safely bundled with his stuff before tying the bag closed. He was all packed up and ready to go.
Silent sat on the bed and waited for Quiet to be ready to go too. Then they could go to this new school together.