feather fortune

Zephyrus had been kind enough to offer to take the pup out from the castle, to give her some much needed distance from the halls where her mother once walked and the bed where she once lay, withering away. The pair had arrived to the stone steppe to join in with another activity, with the offer of potential prizes laying at the end to those who did it right. Whatever that meant.

The pup settled before the bird (they had decided he would be the one telling her her fortune, as he was older) and watched him intently as he pulled from his wing a few colorful feathers. Today, it seemed, Vanta would be getting a fortune... avian style.