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Guys, guys. So I thought maybe I got jipped with the whole feather thing, because seriously who wants to turn into a hedgehog all the time? But then the fairies were all "hey, great job, what do you want?" and look at what I got.

[ Rachel's outside, looking way, way too bright and shiny and happy. practically giddy. she's got her locket set on --something about shoulder height, just so she can hold up her finger and hop a few paces back before holding up THIS. it's obvious she's pretty in love with it, because her smile hasn't faded in the least bit, and she's not exactly bouncing with energy, but she's close. there's definitely a little bit of excited bopping going ]

Isn't it beautiful? This gorgeous, shiny, sexy, powerful weapon is all mine now. Which is so great because I've been wanting to learn how to shoot better and now I actually can without going into the armory all the time, and look. This isn't even the best part.

[ she turns her back to the camera as she reaches behind her to grab her ( also gold! ) arrow from the thin quiver at her back, quickly turning and loading up so she can shoot at a target that's off screen. no, she's not a pro. her form is amateurish at best ( thanks, fancy finishing school ) and she takes a good thirty seconds to really line up her shot and go for it. but when she does, there's a tell-tale thunk of the arrow hitting her target. and no, for anyone keeping score, it's not in the center, but that's okay. that's not the important part. the important part happens a few seconds later when she turns her back to the camera again, and the arrow is right back where she pulled it from. ]

How awesome is this? Gods! I'm going to practice all the time. And then I'll actually be able to help more here, and- [ yep, that's an excited not-squeal. it's a cheer. a little "yeehee!" for herself and her excitement and her perfect boon. ]

So, who wants to give me lessons? Preferably someone on the Seelie side, yeah.

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That's the point! Unless of course it forcibly removes itself, then the trauma of the injury could prove useful. Is that what it does? Or does it simply appear in your hand again?

[Yep, arguably the only princess here who takes an active interest in how horribly something gets wounded or killed.]

That is interesting...perhaps I will not be so quick to dismiss their ridiculous 'quests' in the future if I stand to gain something in return!

Though it does make sense. I mean, really, tracking feathers? Hardly the sort of thing anyone would jump at without the promise of a reward.

[Yeap, still a little bitter that she'd been expected to actually do that.]

Um. [ wow this is scary ] I don't think it- no. It just appears back in my quiver.

The feathers were pretty cool though, if you don't usually have superpowers. A little unpredictable, but it wasn't that bad of a quest, all things considered.

Leave it to our benefactors to design a weapon that could prove useful, then manage to screw it up anyway.

[She was beginning to dislike this arrangement more and more. If they shied away from making a weapon as deadly as possible, was she really expected to fight for them? And what would they do to ruin any weapon she might request?]

Perhaps that is why they wanted the bird found. If a simple feather grants one powers, the entire set must be a valuable asset indeed.

[Not that she was considering trying to track it down. If it was still alive, that is. Truthfully, she neither knew nor cared about the stupid bird's fate. She considered her's more important to worry about.]

Well, I think it's great. I don't think they messed up at all.

[ hrmp! ]

And yeah, I would guess so. I wonder if anybody's found it.

You may think what you want, human. Just as I may think otherwise. It has been my experience that if one is to design a weapon, they should make it as devastating as possible.

[She'll get a four-armed shrug at the musing on the lost bird, though.]

I have no idea, and it does not concern me. I don't care if someone's eaten it. If it becomes a problem, I will worry over it then, and no sooner.