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[luckywing]

[ Oh no! She knows she's fallen asleep again, but she didn't know she could be out for that long. It was... ah, February 26 yesterday! No, she doesn't know that she's been droned. After hearing the buzz of the town on the telephone, she gathers up the courage to speak. ]

Oh, h-hello! Is it really [ She takes a look at the calendar. ] the third of

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[luckywing]

I'm looking for something important to me. And, um, I thought I might find some leads in those.

[luckywing]

Oh, well... it can hide in many things, that's why we almost missed it a few times.

It's a feather.

[luckywing]

Yes, it looks like that!

But it's a little different from ordinary feathers, you see. It has a design on it and...

Um, the next part is a little hard to believe...

[luckywing]

[ She thinks she should be more careful with whom she says this to, but right now, she had little else to rely on.

She doesn't tell him right away, but when she does, ]

That feather is a part of me.

[luckywing]

A fragment of my memories.

Mm, no. I think it's more accurate to call them a part of my soul.

[luckywing]

[ nods! but he can't see that ] Yes!

Um, if it's not much trouble! If you can sense magic, it'll be easier to find.