When their heads collided, Dean yelped slightly and yanked his head back, blinking teary eyes at the filly. When the initial pain passed he smiled awkwardly, “I’m glad you like it.” It seemed Lucky was pretty clumsy, but at least she was nice and Dean decided that liked her already. “Here, let me help you with that…” He leaned forward slowly, not wanting a repeat of the head-conking incident, and took the feather from her. He reached up and gently tucked it securely into her blue mane. “There!” He took a step back and grinned at her.