Tis the Season

[12winged_dealer]

[Those of you walking the halls of Paradisa, you might see a curious sight - feathers. Golden feathers, and lots of them. They formed a trail, like a wedding aisle scattered with roses. Down the halls and down the stairs, glimmering in the sunlight and equally bright in the shadows. And like a trail of breadcrumbs they eventually lead to the source

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[12winged_dealer]

[Bishamon looks up from his books in the direction of the voice, his wings shifting restlessly behind him.]

I shall take that as a compliment.

[12winged_dealer]

Do you think I am?

[He always enjoyed the answers people gave to that question.]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del followed the drifting trail of feathers. They smelled...? Yes, they did smell like that person she smelled. Picking one up periodically as she strolls along, a golden feather ends up in her mouth, as she chews on the end of it.

She stops in and archway to the garden, chewing thoughtfully, head cocked to the side.]

[12winged_dealer]

[He looks up, sensing her in that odd way he senses most people.]

It is disrespectful to chew on my fallen feathers.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Stops chewing, and pulls the feather out of her mouth, slowly]

But you left it.

[12winged_dealer]

Perhaps I did, but it is nonetheless disrespectful.