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"Soft," Teofila said as she gently stroked the tiny, fluffy feathers at the base of one of Miha's wings.

"I suppose," Miha replied. She'd been halfway through getting dressed but then Teofila had intervened and she was back on the bed.

Miha wasn't complaining about that.

Teofila's fingers roamed down her spine, on skin instead of fluff.

"Teofila..."

"Soft," Teofila repeated and Miha was sure she could feel Teofila's smile.

"I suppose," Miha said quietly.

Softer than she thought she could be... But, for Teofila, well...

(MicroPrompt 8/6/24 Wings)