( he nods, absentmindedly reaching back for where the feathers once were, and can almost feel the individual spots where each one was pulled. it's an oddly hollow feeling, much like everything else that has happened so far, and he wonders if all experiences--- no matter how used to some he may be, will all feel as new.
and then it hits him. )
I have an idea. Instead of trading... would you be able to wear them in some way?
( isn't that a way to show that they're bonded? one wearing something the other can produce? it feels personal in that regard. )
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and then it hits him. )
I have an idea. Instead of trading... would you be able to wear them in some way?
( isn't that a way to show that they're bonded? one wearing something the other can produce? it feels personal in that regard. )