Silverlight Terrace blue

She grew serious, but Elk beamed at such a declaration. He'd worked hard to gather these, and he would be pleased if even on retained a place of honor. But, when asked to pick, he made a lighthearted sound of frustration.

"Such a decision may haunt us both!" he told her, but they shared a bright-eyed look before her lashes fluttered shut, and for a moment he could only stand there and think of kissing her. Breathless, he turned his attention back to the feathers. His favorites were what he gravitated to first, but perhaps what he liked best was not automatically suited to Callyope. He studied them for a fleeting moment before selecting the knifelike wing feather of a peafowl. Stark cream and ink black, its striations made it look almost serrated. It was sharp against the gentler backdrop of the spine woman, whom he suspected of having secret steel beneath her grace.

"Here," he said softly, touching it with his paw. "May I?" He made to reach for it with his teeth instead, pausing only to receive her permission to place it in her fur.