trippin'

His attention blurred and refocused, the world around him seemed more like a dream than reality. The girl he had been with was gone, replaced by a cloud of fireflies as they lit the way to a hooded figure and a table. His ears flicked as the figure spoke to him, and though Zagan was suspicious of the strange being, he figured it was okay...after all, it wasn't outright trying to attack him or anything. Hesitant, however, Zagan looked at the wares on the table and eyed a sack of...something. He didn't have anything to offer though, but maybe the figure would let him have it. "Can I take this? I don't have much to offer except for the feathers I have..."

*Chooses coat hanger, offers feather accessory