It's not your feathers that form first, but your beak, something sweet in the air causing you to wobble and sway with each step you take. You barely notice, even if you had been previously trying to cover your mouth so nothing noticed you in the darkness. Your tail sprouts next, breaking the shorts as your talons forms and scratches onto the floor. Only then do the rest of your feathers form, arms melting into a pair of wings useless for flight but soft and comforting all the same.