[That hand in her hair tightens, violent and immediate, and the man- thing(?)- behind her takes a breath. A rasp? It doesn't sound like anything familiar. It sounds wrong.]
[ she lowers her hand, spreading a lower wing to demonstrate on one of the pin feathers there, carefully breaking some of the keratin sheath with her fingers and releasing the feather within. ]
Like this-- the dry ones will crumble easily. I'm sorry, it can be a little messy...
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