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It seemed Africa had pulled feathers surplus to their requirements. One by one each of them selected a wing feather, most said nothing – whether they appreciated her benevolence remained a mystery – but a couple motioned gratefully enough, even insisting that she not sit apart from the activity but take one also for herself. She had smiled kindly at Rhea, touched by the mutual show of generosity, but insisted nonetheless, that the dark, patterned hybrid keep it for herself; so too was she warmed by the black and white Equine mare’s request that she keep the last to participate. As it was, there were many left over.
Please, will you place the spare feathers in my bag? She asked Silas in silence, gentle gaze dancing back to find the zephyr still perched with partly spread wings upon her back. He pulled one free from his talons, sliding from her skin towards the snow where he proceeded to place her token, and then fluttered upwards to stash the rest loosely (so as not to crush them), in the satchel by her left elbow. When they were put away, the bird came to rest once more on her back and a warming breeze caressed her quivering hide.
She stepped forward, finding the centre of the group and lay her feather down in the snow. “Perhaps so we don’t lose track of our own feather, come and stand beside me in the order which they are set down. The shortest feather will be the winner,” Africa suggested quietly, watching them, cast in the wavering light of the watching orb. She drew a breath, excitement bubbling through her mind – even if only to find out which of them had picked the smallest of the flight feathers taken.
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Summary: Africa takes one for herself and puts the extra away in her bag. She steps forward and places her feather in the middle of the group on the snow, and suggests that they line up beside her in the order that they are put down. She suggests also that the shortest of them is the winner.
ooc: I have asked someone not taking part to roll for this ;)
1. Africa
2. Biru
3. Kahlua
4. Rei
5. Rhea
6. Sheba
7. Cirrus
5 Wins, Rhea has the shortest feather
Dice Roll
Please, will you place the spare feathers in my bag? She asked Silas in silence, gentle gaze dancing back to find the zephyr still perched with partly spread wings upon her back. He pulled one free from his talons, sliding from her skin towards the snow where he proceeded to place her token, and then fluttered upwards to stash the rest loosely (so as not to crush them), in the satchel by her left elbow. When they were put away, the bird came to rest once more on her back and a warming breeze caressed her quivering hide.
She stepped forward, finding the centre of the group and lay her feather down in the snow. “Perhaps so we don’t lose track of our own feather, come and stand beside me in the order which they are set down. The shortest feather will be the winner,” Africa suggested quietly, watching them, cast in the wavering light of the watching orb. She drew a breath, excitement bubbling through her mind – even if only to find out which of them had picked the smallest of the flight feathers taken.
Words: 292
Summary: Africa takes one for herself and puts the extra away in her bag. She steps forward and places her feather in the middle of the group on the snow, and suggests that they line up beside her in the order that they are put down. She suggests also that the shortest of them is the winner.
ooc: I have asked someone not taking part to roll for this ;)
1. Africa
2. Biru
3. Kahlua
4. Rei
5. Rhea
6. Sheba
7. Cirrus
5 Wins, Rhea has the shortest feather
Dice Roll
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foxyfirewings & larfsalot @deviantart
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