Palm

"Effortlessly, I will become something renowned."

A pale yellow skydancer paced furiously in her workspace: a dreary, dim room stained with the eerie green glow of auto-amniotic liquids that bubbled ominously in the test tubes that lined the lab's back wall. Inside each of the cylindrical cases drifted soundly an unhatched nocturne egg meticulously assorted and arranged by physical condition. In the center of the room towards the back hung a massive, skull-shaped contraption made of dark metals and countless interwoven wires, below which sat a suspended disc-shaped platform.
The skydancer muttered to herself in a brisk, frustrated tone; her fingers were pressed so tightly against her skull that her feathers warped.
Palm's brooding was halted by a loud squeak. The door to the lab opened, spilling blinding white light into the cold clinic interrupted by the shadow of another skydancer. Palm already knew who it was. She let out a long, low groan.
"Palm." The intruder's voice voice was terse and patronizing. "You look like a ghoul sitting in the dark like this- for satin's sake would you turn the light on?"
Palm wasn't given time to object, and flinched away as the switch was flicked.
"What are you doing here, Exotic?" Palm grumbled.
"Taking care of you... since you seem to be incapable of doing so yourself." Exotic lifted a small container filled with steamed noodles and various vegetables onto the last remaining clean counter in the room.
"I can get my own food. And get that off of there- I need that space."
"Perhaps you should focus less on your silly 'rebirth experiments' and more on organizing like a responsible boffin, hm?"
"Shut up!" Palm snarled. "You and your loud mouth- Do you want all of Sornieth to know about this?!"
Exotic twirled dramatically with a sly grin. "Perhaps I do."
"I wish you kept your pompous snout where it belonged." Palm growled, resuming her work on the monstrous machine with a wrench.
"I wish you were more fun." Exotic hummed, picking up some metal bands, affixed to the machine by thick cables.
"Stop touching things!" Palm snapped again, plucking the bands from her sister's grasp.
Exotic waved her wing dismissively at Palm. "Such a fiery temper. You used to be such a sweet little girl."
"Would you please leave me alone?!" Palm moaned.
"No."
"I will call security to escort you out if you do not."
"Fine. But~"
Palm hissed under her breath.
"I'll leave without a fuss and!- leave you alone for a while afterwards-"
"How long?"
Exotic sighed. "A week. A month. Let me finish, will you?"
Palm narrowed her eyes.
Exotic tapped her claws rhythmically to the circular platform. "I'll leave you alone if you show me what this freaky robot does."

Palm groaned. "It's not a robot. And as of now, it does bloody nothing. I've followed all of the Matriarch's instructions to a tee, and my experiments have all come up fruitless."
She cuffed the metal bands Exotic had disturbed to her wing arms and chained further apparatuses to her ankles, neck, and wrists.
Exotic watched with muted interest as Palm dressed herself in a marionette's chains with practiced ease.
"That looks terribly silly."
"Shut up."
Once fully secure, Palm pulled a lever to her left. All at once, the machine cranked and hoisted her upwards into its open maw. It began to hum and churn, and Palm's brow furrowed.
"As you can see-"
An abrupt, deafening squealing noise erupted from the machine.
"What- what is that? Exotic?"
"I- it's the wrench! You forgot to remove the wrench!"
Palm's eyes widened. "Can you get it out?"
"I-" Exotic leapt up and gave the wrench several hearty tugs. The machine groaned and crackled.
"Exotic! Exotic get the wrench out!"
"I can't! It's jammed!"
"Try harder!"
Exotic placed the entire weight of her body against the machine trying to pry away the wrench as the machine creaked and hissed. Wires snapped. Glass shattered. The beast began to bank to its side.
"Exotic!-"
"Got it!" Exotic barked triumphantly. The wrench wriggled loose.
And with a flash, the world was filled with noise.
And then darkness.
Deep, deep darkness.