Redhawk Caldera Say it soft and it's almost like praying

Nowadays it was rare for Fennec to acknowledge her blindness internally or for her to wish she could 'see' something in a way she vaguely remembered doing so as a child.  Barely remembered, honestly.  Her reality now was a world that she perceived in a completely different way, and usually that way was enough because it had become a fact that it needed to be.  She'd adjusted wholly.  But at times like these, she felt just a brief flash of regret, because she really would have liked to have seen what an 'owl feather' looked like, and be able to respond to this entire situation sincerely, beyond just taking what he said and knowing that he meant it.

Good, we'll find one for you next, she responded.  All she had were jokes.  She was pretty much coming up empty on anything else because it all sounded weird in her head.  Wish I could see it was useless, and any comments about 'pretty' felt weird even to begin to make.  

Then she remembered something.  When Fig and I were little, I always wanted an owl companion.  Kind of like the hawk mom used to have.  I never found one, of course, but... I've always thought they were really cool.  She didn't know what the feather looked like, but she did really like the thought of rocking a piece of a rad bird.  

Where'd you get it?  She asked, curious.  It was a pretty random thing for him to have, though she was glad for it.  And probably should have been, because though it didn't even occur to her to worry, maybe the smell of the sap would hide that she'd been in a tussle pretty recently with Penn.

I didn't even realize initially but if she literally just came from that, Bronco could reasonably notice lmfao.  Up to you though!