breath of fresh air through smoke rings

“Well now, as a seller of finely crafted treats, I really don’t think I can answer that” He teased lightly as led her towards the food. The warm aroma of the vast selection welcomed them. He grabbed a skewer of meat and a small handful of treats (he had a sweet tooth) and waited for Finch to make her selection as well.

“I’ve always wondered if my feathers could be used in crafting.” he mused thoughtfully. It might seem out of the blue, but he’d been thinking about what people might be able to do with the feathers he gifted them.


"Wylan Fatalis"