May we get winged!baby!Obi-Wan in the créche? It could be related to any winged!Obi you already have, if you want. (fluff or angst or both, whatever)
There’s a soft flutter that catches the creche master’s attention first, a tiny flap and then silence before a soft squawking noise fills the air. Its enough to make the old wookie get to her feet and slowly move towards the mostly silenced room of sleeping Initiates.
Except for the soft squawks.
She knows who it is before she sees the wings and gently picks up the startled boy, blue wings giving a powerful flap of surprise that should have unbalanced her had she not been a wookie, heavier then the strength of a four year olds wings.
Shushing him quietly, she takes him from the room, the dim light showing her the pale almost white wings that she knows with age will steadily turn bluer and bluer until they match a deep ocean.
Until they match Qui-Gon Jinn’s.
But for now they are soft downy things in the palest of baby powder blue.
Tiny fists rubbed at green eyes before sleepily tucking into the creche master’s fur, the wings setting against the little ones back.
/Awake again little one?/ She cooed at him, feeling a soft nod to her chest as she settled back down in the squishy chair she had been settled in for most of the night to keep watch just for little stragglers like the ones in her arms.
Most Initiate slept well, occasionally some of them woke because of visions.
The older ones didn’t need her.
And then there were little ones just like the one in her arms. /Same reasons as last?/ Another soft nod and then she started to gently groom the downy wings. /Oh little Obi-Wan. Its alright./ She hummed. /Your wings will be just as wide and large one day and they will carry you into the sky. Just you wait and see. Bruck’s words are only hurtful if you let them be hurtful./ Honestly, she’d have to have a word with some of the other creche masters.
Bruck’s words were starting to become a theme and they didn’t need to raise bullies.
“…He tugged out some of my feathers today.” Obi-Wan whispered into her chest, hiding in the fur and letting his mingle with her slightly silvering browns.
/Little one, did you tell the creche master on duty?/
“He was busy.” Obi-Wan sniffled even as he sleepily relaxed into her warmth as she continued to groom the little off colored wings he had. “Its still sore.”
Yes she was certainly going to need a word with the other creche masters about Bruck Chun. Gently she searched out the sore spot in the meantime and ran healing Force over it, soothing the pain and soreness.
In her arms, Obi-Wan started to settle even more and she could hear his breath slowly evening out as she rested her hands against his back and tucked him to her chest.
It will be fine, the Force is calm and it does not feel like anyone else will wake.
She can sit with this little gem of an Initiate with his soft wings that one day will let him soar high in the sky and allow him to break the laws of gravity all on his own.
This little bird can fly far one day.
But not today, sleeping against the wookie creche master’s chest with his thumb in his mouth.