Silverlight Terrace blue

The tips of these feathers were carefully nicked and coated in honey and beeswax. They were costly not just for the effort it took to find and collect them, but for the pain of treating them as well. Like this, however, they could be tucked to the roots of even a thin summer coat and, so long as one was not too vigorous, they would stay. This was the fashion, where he was from, but it was a relatively new one.

He tucked the feather into Callyope's fur as gently as he could before drawing back just far enough to assess her.

"It suits you," he told her, certain of this fact. It looked less like an accessory and more like a beauty mark; something that was naturally upon her rather than contrived. He was rendered mute by it for a long moment, looking his fill.