They feel so beautiful, don't they? You can run your fingers over them and feel where the wind was...
Do you want one...? [She points up above Alice's head, revealing... a series of feathers tied to the ceiling beams, with little bits of string or cord. They're all mismatched, but there's an odd sense of purpose to their placement, a kind of strange pattern to the decoration that almost seems to be expressing some sort of meaning that's just beyond the viewer's grasp...]
I don't mind sharing...
[Aaaand then it's gone. This woman is either a very profound thinker or completely nuts.]
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[Her face lights up.]
They feel so beautiful, don't they? You can run your fingers over them and feel where the wind was...
Do you want one...? [She points up above Alice's head, revealing... a series of feathers tied to the ceiling beams, with little bits of string or cord. They're all mismatched, but there's an odd sense of purpose to their placement, a kind of strange pattern to the decoration that almost seems to be expressing some sort of meaning that's just beyond the viewer's grasp...]
I don't mind sharing...
[Aaaand then it's gone. This woman is either a very profound thinker or completely nuts.]