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Mutants

Adults tend to keep them pinned back in their day to day lives. You can see the tufty ridged edges peeking over the shoulders and the pointed, feathered edges just below their kneecaps. Obviously there are times where they have to unfurl them so that they can sit down comfortably. And even though everyone is used to it, there is still an element of awe when you witness a reveal. They open up and flutter slightly in whatever wind is present and then they are gone, just as quickly as they appeared.

The adults know how to deal with it. Have had years of practice and have gotten to be in tune with their own additions. Know when they need to be stretched out and left to breathe and how long is too long for them to be pinned back at the angle that is sometimes required when in tighter spaces.

Children however don’t have the same control. It’s not unusual for a student to get poked rather aggressively by a ridge as someone else’s unfurl unexpectedly. There are continual clashes in a flurry of feathers in hallways as well. Being on public transport is always dangerous. Only time brings about control. How much depends on the child, but you can always tell when they have finally mastered it. They get a slight smile, of what can only be called smugness, when someone accidentally unleashes them on an unsuspecting classmate. They also take great pride in the casual act of adjusting them to sit down. That lasts for about a week as the child realises that in the grand scheme of things they aren’t any different from anyone else, they didn’t know control and now they do, same as everyone before and around them. Doesn’t stop the seemingly never ending cycle of children with those looks on their face in schools though.

These additions make up part of the world though now. Despite the growing pains and the awkward moments they are intrinsic to everything at this point. They give freedom and a chance to explore though in a way that was never really possible before but there is no explanation as to why the mutation has happened. Not yet anyway, no matter how much science is trying. Maybe one day a child will make it past 13 without sprouting them and then that will be it. There will be no more of this. Only time will tell.

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