A feather…? A lone piece of blackness seeming to intrude upon the landscape as that swirling sea of white enveloped all, including her host, Sofia found herself frowning as something she could not claim to have expected to see caught her attention once everything else had been swallowed up, and seemed to dance across her eyeline almost invitingly in a manner which was whimsical, but not only that.
Why does that make me feel so… The sight of such a simple item rarely something which raised the haunches of our heroine and especially though these days and yet there seeming to be something both familiar and haunting about it, for a moment the mind of the marine minx seemed to flash with an image which chilled her to the very core; the girl who had brought her to this realm with those emerald eyes closed and hands clasped together in front of her, as that very same plume danced in front of her. And it wouldn’t be long before she found out why.