It was a delicious tasty snack and she could already feel how good her feathers were starting to thump up with their potencies. It was not strictly as fast for her insides to chew and stretch and strain into a fullness in her feathers as much.

Some ports had food that was so tough and difficult to churn up into place it was almost worse then licking up the grist out of your feathers yourself.

Some ports had food so fast to drink up it hit your feathers almost immediately.

Some ports could even feed your feathers almost directly and skip the eating all at once. If Tunie was being honest those were her least favorite ports to visit.

They left you hollow and full at the same time and just felt very unfair.

But this was one of her favorite ports because they had just the right blend of a tasty snack that gave you something for your wiggly slurpy insides to work on without being so tough it was exhausting to digest.

Also it was just so much tastier than most!

Her crew was busy doing the talking thing to various port crew things that they always did here.

They would actually be far enough away that Tunie could not even talk with them even if she shouted.

But that was not a concern, Tunie was very safe from anything terrible or mysterious here, she could track the potencies arrayed by the port’s local flora with her keen eyes.

She could see even when sleepy and eating like she was that there was oh so many easy ways for anything dangerous to be splattered to pieces should it get too close to her.

Tunie knew this was a safe and secure place. Nowhere near big enough for a nest or eggs but comfy and cozy for one ship all on her own.

Her own little comfy port to rest.

And the port even could talk alright with her!

Which was interesting because most visits they almost never said much of anything to Tunie except asking her to stop nibbling please and try to soothe her to sleep and not go anywhere.

She would normally be well on her way to a lethargic digestive coma where she did not even need to think about even the trajectories of local traffic.

But instead the port was gently calling to her.

Something something passenger boarding?

Something important important fuzzy?

Hum this was definitely crew things, and port things and not something Tunie was really all that interested in dealing with.

Normally she would ask her crew to deal with it but the crew was already really far away and Tunie was feeling very sleepy and lazy. It would be so much effort to shout loud and sharp and focused enough for Crew to hear from where she was.

She spared a glance for the approaching passenger and thought up and down her body over what was actually being said.

Was it important enough to actually ask for Crew to do crew things about it?

Tunie mulled hard on this and got a bit of a sprain in some tangled up bits of herself that had mostly gone numb and almost dead long ago.

No it was not important enough for the effort, mostly all they were asking for was that Tunie open up one of her mouths so that a passenger could board anyway.

Tunie obliged with a shift of her feathers and then relaxed until her eyes were mostly out of it and disconnected from each other.

Idly dreaming in that soft tension releasing way when nothing actually was important going into them.

Letting memories and impressions ooze and refresh themselves.

She had spent a long time since she relaxed this much.

It was really nice.

Everything would be alright.

Tunie Napped.