@Alize A fake.
Of course it was a fake.
Aneurin slumped against the wall of the grungy street heavily, staring at the shimmering red, orange and gold feather clutched loosely in his hands. The heavy weight of disappointment curled in his chest, the cold hand of despair curling around his heart as squeezing forcefully. The feather looked the part, shimmering in hues of fire and sunlight, a slight pulse of energy radiating through it. Perhaps he had done it wrong? Perhaps there was more to the miraculous healing powers it supposedly held than he had thought?
It was a futile attempt to distract himself from the iron weight of disappointment, he knew, even as he lifted his gaze from the down to raise his eyes to the heavens above. It was going to rain soon, the dark thunderheads above smothering the sun and leaving the lands beneath all the darker for it. A chill breeze whipped through the deserted streets, knifing through his woolen coat and playing havoc with his hair.
Sighing softly, he lifted the fake in front of his face, glaring at its shimmering surface before a cold expression flickered across his face. The feather was a fake, it was true, but perhaps the man he had acquired it off knew the location of the real item? Or perhaps he was simply a worthless sod who didn't deserve the amount of money he had no doubt stolen from countless other people. Straightening from his slumped position against the wall, Aneurin pulled the band keeping the longer strands of his hair back onto his fingers, wrapping it around the stem of the feather several times before fixing it back to his hair. A show of defiance, perhaps, or maybe just his own twisted sense of humour.
Either way, the feather fluttered alongside auburn locks as he stepped out of the empty street into the main road through the small town, his gaze climbing to the mountains that ascended far above for a moment before he turned and started out for his target.
"Sell me a fake would you..."
