MRS. JACKSON • Jewelry crafting.

Keigo loved shiny things. He didn't know what it was, but seeing things sparkle or shine with a metallic hue was always something that drew him in.

He was staring wide-eyed at the small red feathers that had fallen from his wing, a dramatic frown on his face- cursed be the ones whom disgraced him with this pain! Oh, what a terrible pain! So miserable!

Sike.

His paws worked at metal scraplings with a hum, curving it until it was jammed straight- sparkling so beautifully, it made Keigo want to hoard the rest of it in his small little cave that he called home.

However, he merely added the feather onto the metal with careful ease, using a thin string to properly tie it until a makeshift little earring was made.

"Anybody wanna make some jewelry with me? I've got some extra feathers that you can dye, y'know, if you're all symbolistic and think that it's weird that I offer feathers."

THE TACTICIAN

Hybrid — three months — minnow
information — written by rhett

It is rude to stare.

Among numerous others the lesson imparted, stored within central points, distant the notion of shaded corners. Yet from tentative hold has it come to slip, lingering for a time beyond reasonable politeness umber depths. Not her, a stranger upon shores forgein yet beckoned forth with open arms. Quiet the gentle tug, how it unravels along fraying threads of stuttering thought, approach slow and made up by clumsy, uneasy steps.

"Can… I try…" Wrong the scarlet quills that had dislodged, uneasy shifting their own, miniscule things bearing the downy layer awaiting further growth, but the prospect was the temptation.

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