"And no white, either? You could at least have crafted a few out of bone, in that case," he half-objects, half-grumbles, and then holds his hand out and waits —
And, five seconds later, a twist of black smoke and scale coils through and around his hand, depositing one of the shrike's very own feathers into his palm.
"Thank you, brother," he murmurs more softly, and steps (with a wood-elf's silence shadowing his tread) over to the display to find the proper place to put it.
Then, and only then, just in case it somehow wasn't completely obvious, he adds: "The feathers."
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And, five seconds later, a twist of black smoke and scale coils through and around his hand, depositing one of the shrike's very own feathers into his palm.
"Thank you, brother," he murmurs more softly, and steps (with a wood-elf's silence shadowing his tread) over to the display to find the proper place to put it.
Then, and only then, just in case it somehow wasn't completely obvious, he adds: "The feathers."