Keepsakes: Feather from Undel

She twisted the small feather in her hand, long since dried of the moonwell water that had not-quite soaked it when the gift was given.  It had been a random thing, a response to the flower she'd given on Uzil's advice, back when she was still trying to pretend.

"You can use it to do this!" the mostly-troll had said, rising above the ground and just standing on the air like it was nothing.  And it had made her sad then to see it, knowing the truth.

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