A feather? She wished to ask if that was all it was for, a memoir, but even so, she smiled, and reached to her wing with her white toed paw and plucked a feather, it'd heal in a day or two, she and her sister had some sort of power link that way, somewhat slow-fast healing abilities.
Though her sister pulled feathers from her wings and dropped them about wherever.
Nix hated that Rage despised her wings so much.
Then again there was a reason for it.
"A gift then," she said placing it by his paw, a smile crossed her maw as she watched him,and she nodded, "And a deal somewhat, again we'll meet, perhaps then I could bring my sister about so that your company could be approved by her," she said with a wink and a giggle.
That would be so humorous.
"Till then, keep the feather and...watch your fur," she said motioning towards his fur sticking on end. If she was near, perhaps it would do it again to alarm him of her return.
She took to the skies in an instance, a smile on her face, she wished to tell her sister of the new male she had met.
Such things sisters spoke of.
