Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

Niamh had just scored in Wraen's "people I want to know and keep knowing" list by understanding her comment and laughing too. She smiled in response and liked Colt's mate just a bit more than she had moments earlier. 

Jazz up? Wraen was a little confused and cast a glance around the dark den they were in at the moment. She had never given much thought of the places she chose to sleep at. As long as they were safe, comfortable and with the added benefit of having a Maia by her side. It had never occurred that someone would want to make the bedroom more beautiful than it was. 

"This is the first time I hear someone doing this," she shared her mind. "How do you keep them - feathers - in one place? So that they do not scatter, when you go in and out?"