Dawnlark Plains peonies

her attempts to point out the trapped feather were to no avail, and the girl's face took on an expression that could only be described as exasperated as she turned back to hear the woman talking, still. agitation churns in her chest, at her smallness, at the fact that the feather remains so far out of reach. "faa!" she repeats, this time pointed, demanding. feather! she is a far cry from the word she tries to say, but at least she remembers the first couple letters. she rears up, batting helplessly at air as the feather taunts her. "faa! faa!"