Ocean's Breath Plateau spring cleaning

deep from within the bowels of her piles, iiana plucks out a couple of feathers — mostly hawk feathers shed throughout the last molt. she scampers over, stems of the plumage caught carefully in her mouth so as to avoid getting slobber over the soft feathers.

she sets them aside for machi's viewing pleasure as she calculates (shiny rock per shiny shell?) the worth in her mind, but her eyes glimmer as much as the mineral. pretty! i'm sure this'll cover what you're asking for. though who sat on it to break it into so many pieces? a question iiana isn't sure she'd want an answer to.