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Ever since his brother had dumped him in a raging river as a young chick, Bloodwing had found water a disgusting substance. The feeling of it crawling down his throat, into his lungs, squeezing the life out of him from the inside out, had never left him. Drinking was barely tolerable, but this . . .
With a deep breath, Bloodwing opened his grey eyes, teetering on the edge of the in-ground pool. The water lapped at his feet temptingly, taunting his fears instead of beguiling them. It looked so sinister, as if it would swallow him the moment he stepped into its inviting depths. Cold sweat dribbled down his beak, adding to the calm bathing pit below. In that moment, he knew he couldn't do it. It was irrational. It was ridiculous, embarrassing, and humiliating, but it was impossible.
Nervously he glanced towards the room where Scarlet was enjoying her own pool. With a sigh, he turned back to the water, and began splashing at it slightly, hoping to convince the hen in the other room.
the smell of a odd perfume wiff into his room, the splashing noises could be heard, and soon, water was coming form the celling of bloodwing room "dont worry! it just a shower" she yells to him, she gets out and dries up
Miserably, Bloodwing huddled in a corner of the room, feeling the droplets from the ceiling soak into his plumage, sliding under his feathers and across his skin. "Just a shower," he told himself, "just like rain." Eyes tightly shut, he waited for it to be over, fighting to beat down the memories the soaking brought forth.
