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A black feather. It was a lovely feather she'd found. Nearly perfect in it's condition, reflecting the light in just that perfect way to give it a true shine to shadow, the look of obsidian really. Yet it was soft as most feathers were. If she took it back and it held up, she could make a quill from it even. Granted a small quill, but a quill none the less.

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.

Alas, the sad moan made Solia jump, looking around frantically for whoever had made such a noise. Did they know she'd broken the vase? It was probably the owner. She'd ******** up. There was no time to fix it. Or maybe-

Maybe the moan was a cry for help? Maybe someone was hurt! They needed rescue! Or maybe they were just sad because now they had to clean a broken vase Solia wasn't sure but she did turn the corner-

and see a very odd looking halloweener.

"Oh um. Hi." She'd been caught red handed, fleeing the scene of her crime. RIP Vase, she knew ye not too well but her life>your broken ceramic bits.

It did nothing.

Now, Solia was like a small dog in many ways. When a thing made a sound you checked it out. When it stopped moving-

She poked Xavier in the arm with the rose end of her bow.

-you messed with it until you figured out if it was really dead or not.

"Is this your house?"

She asked as she kept poking him like that was socially acceptable.

Oh it was alive! She was right! Hurray for guessing correctly! But she did look to have startled him. Badly at that. Like when someone touched her ears. "Oh my gosh I'm sorry." Not that sorry but a little bit sorry.

"I won't kill you, I don't want to kill anyone! I- are those feathers in your hair?"
Solia had gotten distracted by the details.

Solia's head tilted, curiosity in her eyes as her mouth formed a small O. "Strange, I've never seen hair that wasn't directly hair on any of the humanoids. Fur on minor extremities, but nothing like feathers for hair."

Her mind ticked and slowly she pulled out the feather from before.

"By chance, is this one of yours then? Are you.. molting, like that of avians from the humans world do?"

Oh, so it was a family thing. Interesting. Maybe he was a subspecies? A special case of FEAR? Or maybe, he was just typical and she hadn't a clue.

It was the last one but she liked to think she might have found something.

"Yes! Humans call that process molting! It's normal. Ah, could I keep this feather then?" She held it up. "It's really rather pretty, but if you prefer I not, I understand." She wanted to brush his feather head.

"Does it happen often? Your feathers replacing themselves?"

She made a small squeak, putting the feather into one of her coat's inner pockets. "Thank you! I might make it into a quill it's so nice! Write poetry... hard to say." She smiled to herself at the cliche.

"You shouldn't dismiss them so easily I mean look how pretty your feathers are! Shiny and I bet they're soft too!" She reached out, patting his plumage. "Yep! Soft as can be!"

She'd invaded his space.

Oops. "Your feather hair really is quite beautiful."

He kind of melted. Just a bit. It was a bit strange to watch him just sort of crumple in on himself but Solia accepted it. She'd seen weirder things come out of halloween before.

"Aw, don't be so hard on yourself, really, your feathers are beautiful. They are shiny and sleek and remind me of the big ravens and crows from home. I..well." She had begun to pet his 'hair' running fingers through it.

"Sorry, it just looked so soft. I.. I won't do it again if it bothers you that much? Sorry." She frowned, knelling next to him. "I didn't mean to upset you."