[IF Dion has any complaint about this suddenl development, it's the fact that he cannot reach out and touch the feather with his tea in hand, at least not without risking unbalancing the liquid and spilling all over himself. He opts to set it aside for the time being, then lifts a hand to stroke delicately through the fibers. They are just as soft as he expects them to be.]
It's perfect. [He almost doesn't want Joshua to offer anything else. The only reason he considers the idea is because it would be far safer to keep the feather in his room, rather than carrying it about.] I shall wear it with pride.
[And he will. He doesn't care how obvious it makes their bond, he will not be removing it save to sleep. It's only fair, considering his newfound role as Joshua's spear.
With that thought, his head cants to the side, almost playful in its gesture.]
Does it suit me?
[As he waits for Joshua's reply, he reaches for his tea once more. He sips it thoughtfully, considering Joshua as he does.]
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It's perfect. [He almost doesn't want Joshua to offer anything else. The only reason he considers the idea is because it would be far safer to keep the feather in his room, rather than carrying it about.] I shall wear it with pride.
[And he will. He doesn't care how obvious it makes their bond, he will not be removing it save to sleep. It's only fair, considering his newfound role as Joshua's spear.
With that thought, his head cants to the side, almost playful in its gesture.]
Does it suit me?
[As he waits for Joshua's reply, he reaches for his tea once more. He sips it thoughtfully, considering Joshua as he does.]