Vexed was in an excellent mood, having managed to finally see almost all of her children in one place, thanks to this wonderful winter market. Every one of them had received a beautiful feather she'd collected that year, from all manner of stupendous birds. The only one that remained was a perfect, jet-black quill from Bruise himself, and that, she decided to bequeath to the sweet doe that manned this booth instead. Season's greetings, and all that.
