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As her two initial greeters expressed interest in her aid, she underwent the process of a more accommodating form to help them adorn their gifts. It was always a sound transformation as her lengthy limbs resituated themselves to bear most of her weight on her hind legs instead of her arms. She still rested on her haunches in the midst of the change then tucked her legs beneath her when the formed knees permitted her to do so. She was always conscious of her height, such to the point that she ducked her head down out of reflex to maintain some relatively comfortable height in their presence. A fruitless but good-natured effort none the less.
She hadn’t ignored the latest addition to the audience when she arrived, but chose to wait until her body had settled before reply. A little show of etiquette, she would argue in defense of her silent treatment. But when the muscles settled, she turned to the female smiling warmly as she did. “It is a pleasure to meet you Insomnia,” the golden female dipped her head. “Actually, these are not tradable goods, they are gifts for you and your packmates. Small trinkets that you can do with whatever you please.”
As if to demonstrate, she took the eagle feather from the young male and reached out into his mane to find a suitable strand to affix it to. They were considerably stiff but coated with a substance that made it easy to fasten the feather even without the bead fastened to the shaft, but it acted as assurance the feather would stay in place none the less. She bent down a strand and slipped it through the narrow eye of the bead then pulled through the shaft until the bead was ‘hooked’ between the afterfeather and bard and held securely. She leaned back a little to admire her work then leaned in again to fix the shaft and conceal its end within the strand itself. “There,” she proclaimed proudly. “Very handsome. And now you, dear lady…” she smiled as she turned to Ciara and took her raven feather in hand.
It was less complicated for her as both mane and fur were still malleable to play with. As she had done for Jiva, she slipped partial clumps of fur through the bead at one end then slipped the feather in through the other. But her fur was much shorter and the arrangement was not meant to last without a little help. X’yrin looked thoughtfully from Jiva to Ciara, pondering in silence how to make this work before she recalled the substance keeping the boy’s hair aloft. She perked up considerably, looking rather pleased with herself. “Pardon me,” she reached over to the standing locks and ran the pads of her digits over a sticky strand for its essence. It was only a little, but just enough of a resistant to keep the girl’s feather just behind her ear as she fastened the bead just beneath the barb. She whined happily at her success. “You were right, behind the ear looks very nice for you. I’m so glad you both found a use for you gifts.”