[--it's exactly like stretching, really, just more feathery. Spreading the wings that aren't hers feels a lot like - like she could make all her hairs stand on end, for no purpose but to feel the wind better. It makes her laugh, startled.]
[It feels strangely like having her hair brushed: that's the closest comparison she can come up with. And, like having her hair brushed, there's something soothing about it.]
[... and that's about the point she notices the - thing.
[Alisaie isn't quite sure what it is. She just knows it's sparkly, it's right there, she needs something very like it to (and let's be quite accurate here) break the curse she's under, and - perhaps most crucially - it doesn't seem like anything Lark will particularly object to losing, for a moment or two.
[Which is why, while he's distracted, she reaches out and unhooks it from its chain.
[Sorry, Lark, this is one of those occasions where she's going to have to ask for forgiveness and not permission. And it's hardly like one realistically can ask for permission to conduct a theft, is it?]
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[All right. She--
[--it's exactly like stretching, really, just more feathery. Spreading the wings that aren't hers feels a lot like - like she could make all her hairs stand on end, for no purpose but to feel the wind better. It makes her laugh, startled.]
Gods! This feels strange.
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[ He's going to grab a brush. ]
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[ Hell start brushing her wings, if she let's him. ]
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[It feels strangely like having her hair brushed: that's the closest comparison she can come up with. And, like having her hair brushed, there's something soothing about it.]
How strange. I thought it'd feel far odder.
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[Alisaie isn't quite sure what it is. She just knows it's sparkly, it's right there, she needs something very like it to (and let's be quite accurate here) break the curse she's under, and - perhaps most crucially - it doesn't seem like anything Lark will particularly object to losing, for a moment or two.
[Which is why, while he's distracted, she reaches out and unhooks it from its chain.
[Sorry, Lark, this is one of those occasions where she's going to have to ask for forgiveness and not permission. And it's hardly like one realistically can ask for permission to conduct a theft, is it?]