08-03-2018, 02:04 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;border-bottom: 1px white solid;padding-BOTTOM: 3px;"]Feathers are everywhere. It comes as a surprise to Temulin, even though it shouldn't considering that she now has six of them, all arranged on her back. When she spreads them out, they fan around her and surround her in a near cloak of white and gold feathers, soft and glorious and heavenly. But, in a consequence that she hadn't anticipated, she was now leaving feathers wherever she went. It started out small, leaving one or two in her room when she slept and simply moving them in the morning.
She left a few in the tavern behind her when she went to get a drink at night, leaving a good few in her wake as she left in the early hours of the morning. In fact, the feathers left a broken trail behind gold, white and gold feathers working as a trial of feathery breadcrumbs behind her. Whenever her wings twitched or rearranged themselves, at least one feather would come loose and be left either clinging to the wing or scattered on the ground. She didn't really notice until one day, she woke up surrounded by feathers, all over the blankets and pillows that she slept on.
It was that incident which lead a spring cleaning of sorts, Temulin throwing blankets and cushions out of her home and shaking them until they were clean, then putting them in a pile for washing, muttering under her breath all the time about bloody feathers...
How on earth was she supposed to deal with this madness?
She left a few in the tavern behind her when she went to get a drink at night, leaving a good few in her wake as she left in the early hours of the morning. In fact, the feathers left a broken trail behind gold, white and gold feathers working as a trial of feathery breadcrumbs behind her. Whenever her wings twitched or rearranged themselves, at least one feather would come loose and be left either clinging to the wing or scattered on the ground. She didn't really notice until one day, she woke up surrounded by feathers, all over the blankets and pillows that she slept on.
It was that incident which lead a spring cleaning of sorts, Temulin throwing blankets and cushions out of her home and shaking them until they were clean, then putting them in a pile for washing, muttering under her breath all the time about bloody feathers...
How on earth was she supposed to deal with this madness?