Gyrfalcon's Keep let me share the reasons for your lecture for a change --

@autumn

The Keep was a place Caiaphas had never ventured, and the evening shade doused in crisp winter chills found the sylph-like female winding her way through the intermittent spires. The way was treacherous with thin veils of ice unbroken across the granite slab.

She came across a nest temporarily empty, large in girth with several unique feathers pressed in the patchwork. Delighted with the wonder of her findings she grasped one pinion feather and held it against the pale waft of sunlight, mesmerized by the gossamer shimmer captive in each strand of feather-fluke.