[ He took the feather, turned it in his fingers with a boyish, soft 'wow' while he leaned back against Aymeric's chest. His fascination with the simple thing was warm and bright, and he didn't spare a single thought to how strange it was, for the sudden, enfolding comfort of Aymeric to envelop him. ]
It's really beautiful, isn't it? Look how it's paler near the beginning of the feather and goes gold, and then red toward the tip? Variegated, like a wolf's guard hairs. We could probably tell how old it is, with this...
And no, I haven't practiced any divination. My luck, all I'd learn is what meal I'd be eating a month from now at dinner or something stupid like that.
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[ He took the feather, turned it in his fingers with a boyish, soft 'wow' while he leaned back against Aymeric's chest. His fascination with the simple thing was warm and bright, and he didn't spare a single thought to how strange it was, for the sudden, enfolding comfort of Aymeric to envelop him. ]
It's really beautiful, isn't it? Look how it's paler near the beginning of the feather and goes gold, and then red toward the tip? Variegated, like a wolf's guard hairs. We could probably tell how old it is, with this...
And no, I haven't practiced any divination. My luck, all I'd learn is what meal I'd be eating a month from now at dinner or something stupid like that.