West Wing
Ms Featherbon sighed as she laid the royal bed for the second day in a row, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"Ms Featherbon?" One of the guards asked, peeking in through the door.
"Y-yes dear?" She sniffled.
"Are you all right?"
"I...No…" She sighed. "I...I need more time alone…"
The guard nodded, although hesitantly. "Of course."
Ms Featherbon sighed as she curled deeper into her bed. She felt pangs in her body and groaned slightly. "Ugh…" Oh no...Is it happening again?
Her wings stretched and the tips of her feathers sharpened. It is….Why now? Although she knew why. I didn't even get to talk it over with Pacha last time it happened…..
She looked into a nearby mirror and saw her beak had already begun to sharpen and her eyes were already slightly glowing.
Ms Featherbon sighed and pulled her blanket over herself as she transformed. She groaned as her body changed and morphed into Winged Bonnet. When it was done, Winged Bonnet spread her wings, pushing the now too small blanket off of her.
She hopped off the bed and laid on the floor, afraid she'd break it.
I need to get out of this form...I need to get out of this form… Winged Bonnet feared how the guards and her people would react if they saw her like this. She snuggled into her wings and sighed heavily. Maybe if I can calm myself…
She closed her eyes to focus, but thoughts kept circling. Thoughts of Yzma murdering Kuzco, and her eventual death. Then they moved onto those of her kingdom fearing her in this form.
Winged Bonnet shivered and heaved slightly. She sniffled as tears started to form in her eyes. I can't do this...I have to undo this….
…
Kronk and Kunak had tried to make the best of life since Yzma's death. Kunak mainly stayed home, curled into a ball, thinking of revenge plans he would conduct when he was no longer grieving.
Kronk kept working at both Mudkas, a good distraction for him. He stood in front of the stove, sweating as a pillbug sizzled in the pan. He put the order out and sighed.
Matta grabbed it. "Hey, we're booked today, I need you to help me with the orders."
"Got it." Kronk said. He finished up the next order and took it to a table where Birdwell sat. He placed it in front of her and sighed more.
Birdwell frowned. "Are you all right?"
"Well...not really."
Her frown deepened as her troop leader instincts kicked in. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" She patted the seat beside her. Kronk slid in, put his elbows on the table, and rested his head in his hands. "I...I lost someone close to me…."
"Oh dear..It's going to be okay…" Birdwell rubbed circles into his back.
Kronk relaxed slightly.
"I'm Birdwell."
"I'm Kronk."
"It's nice to meet you Kronk. If you need anyone to talk to about your loss, I'm here.
"Th-thanks. It's just, I'm gonna miss Yzma. I mean she was rude and cruel but-"
Birdwell's eye twitched.
"Uhh...You okay?"
Birdwell socked him in the jaw.
Kronk flinched and whined as he held onto his aching jaw. "Wh-what was that for?" He whined.
"You worked for Yzma!" She punched again.
Kronk stumbled back into another table, sending food flying everywhere. The patrons looked up from their meals as Birdwell stomped over to Kronk. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you like Yzma!" She tried to grip around his strong neck, attempting to strangle him. She pinned him against the wall and slapped him. "You're dead!"
Kronk pushed her off. "Please..s-stop.." He whined.
Birdwell balled up her fists more and kept going.
"Hey! You two, stop it!" Matta yelled, getting between them and pushing Birdwell away.
"Madam, this 'chef' was loyal to Yzma!"
"Yeah? Well that ain't my business lady. Either you behave or get out."
Birdwell sighed angrily in defeat and went back to her table.
"You okay?" Matta asked, helping Kronk up.
"Yeah I think so.." Kronk said, rubbing his jaw. He looked at Birdwell, who just glared more. "I don't get why she hates me…"
"She's part of The Kuzco Allegiance."
"The Kuzco Allegiance? That still exists."
"I don't think it's going away anytime soon."
"Oh." Kronk frowned.
"You okay or do you need to head home?"
"I….I'm fine…" Kronk headed back to the kitchen, hoping to distract himself again.
