Clipped Wings: Genre Undetermined

They clipped my wings today. Allen protested that he didn't believe in outmoded traditions, and that it was unnecessary damage, and how could I do that to myself? I'm a traditionalist, though, and I thought it was important for him to know that I loved and trusted him enough to believe he would take care of me. Also, they grow back in 7 years time, though I didn't tell him that. Then I can decide again if I want to have them clipped. He probably doesn't know. I'm told that most men don't. The change is gradual and subtle, and as long as we wear the ornate wing-caps that cover our stubs, they won't see that the claw has grown back at the tip, signaling readiness to fly and cling to cliff faces where we hide our nests, or where we did in the old days, before we became human.



Inspiration: "Clipped" - Rasputina
Story potential: High
Notes: Could be interesting for a setting. Could also hit a little too close to sensitive subjects for me to necessary feel okay writing it as a light-hearted thing, which is the thing that it is.