˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ ˖ You edge toward a dense, dark bush full of twisted branches. You lean down slightly, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath. The sweet fragrance of the flowers hidden underneath the bush completely fill your senses, erasing the last remaining chill of the forest from your skin. As you gently pull away, you notice something soft wedged deep within the tangled branches...
Disregarding the sharp thorns, you carefully reach inside and retrieve a pristine soft quill. It's incredibly light and delicate in your hand, its feathers seemingly untouched from the thorns of the shrub. You slip the sleek quill into your pocket for safekeeping and step back.