Nov 25, 2009 21:10
[ Riyaz is curled on the floor, shaking, amid a layer of white feathers. Slowly and rather stiffly he stands up, a few of the feathers still clinging to his body. He pulls one off his right arm with a firm yank, and flinches sharply. The end of the feather's shaft is bloody. ]
... didn't work as well as I would have hoped.
[ He collapses into a nearby chair and plucks another feather, grimacing. Then he appears to concentrate, closing his eyes. The remaining feathers begin falling away. ]
† riyaz