breath of fresh air through smoke rings

The delicious scents rolling off of the buffet table were enough to get her stomach going even louder this time. Finch's eyes widened at the selection. There were so many options she had no idea what to choose! She watched what Wylan took and grabbed some meat from the same platter, and then a small dish of bright berries rolled in something that looked like delicate snow. Trying not to be rude but also ravenous, Finnie ate the meat rather quickly and then tried one of the berries. It exploded with sweetness on her tongue, delicious sugar flooding her mouth. "Oh wow, these are good... I'll have to try your wares, too, sometime," she mused.

When he mentioned his feather, Finch shrugged out of the leather satchel she wore and removed it. The dark feather glinted in the firelight, hints of blue peeping through the black. "Oh, well, I'm sure you could do quite a bit." She turned it over and peered through the hollow center of the base of the feather. "You could use it to deposit color in things, likely... even tattoos, if you started with a sharper blade. Or to pierce ears, maybe? If it was reinforced somehow," she mused. Finch glanced at her satchel. There was a small pot of beeswax inside, downy cotton, and some lengths of leather cording, which she upended for Wylan to examine if he wanted to. "It could also be used as a pendant on a necklace of sorts, but the feather itself might deteriorate over time."