Dragoncrest Cliffs The world and her place in it were nothing and she understood that

The air was cold, especially being so near to the sea. And yet, she did not mind it too terribly; although generally appearing sleek in the warmer months, Arcelia surely inherited her winter coat from her father. This did not concern her, however, the white feathers falling down from the sky did. She was not entirely familiar with the owl that frequented Aningan’s side but she knew enough to recognise the similarity of the colours. But... when these feathers brushed against her nose, they seemed to then vanish, causing her concern to grow. She gazed up at the sky but there were no birds overhead, nothing that should be producing this mystical plumage.

What could it be, then?