[ He takes the offered take gently, allowing Corrin room to pull away if he wants to. Taking off his glove so he can feel the texture of the scales under his fingertips, and then around the edge of the longest feather, lost in his fascination. Watching how the tines stick together even as he runs his thumb along them.
Thoughtlessly, he runs it along his jaw, as was his habit to do with his own quills. Something to appreciate just how soft it is. He realizes that's probably odd though, and after, he releases the appendage. ]
It's so pretty. I have never seen feathers like that...
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Thoughtlessly, he runs it along his jaw, as was his habit to do with his own quills. Something to appreciate just how soft it is. He realizes that's probably odd though, and after, he releases the appendage. ]
It's so pretty. I have never seen feathers like that...