Finely Feathered [open to visitors]

[vicioussweetie]

Ali was surrounded by feathers. It looked rather like a half-dozen birds of varying species had exploded recently, birds made of feathers and lace and silk flowers. On the table in front of her sits a plain black hat, the little sort Victorian women wore when riding. Passersby might think that Ali and the hat were locked in a staring match to decide the fate of the universe, the way Ali had fixed the hat in a determined look and occasionally threatened it with feathers.

She had just enough of her attention away from the hat to mind anyone approaching the open Nexus door, though.