Not looking where she was walking, Solia kept her eyes on her found object, Israfel in her head wishing he'd known who such a lovely feather had belonged to. They must have had the most glorious plumage.
Bumping into a vase, the clay thing wobbled and before she could stop it-
The vase crashed to the floor, filling the silent halls with the echo of damage.
"Oops."
At least she'd found a feather.
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