Rednic

Nycteris squirmed violently, ruining the portrait of Ar1ana she was drawing and quickly reached for an eraser (Spindrift would also do in a pinch, if she were within reach). "Just because you said I remind you of a fantail doesn't mean I want you to glue feathers on me." "Oh you'll like them. They itch less than hair." Ziblink grabbed a handful of feathers, and began methodically applying them to the closest piece of Nyc she could reach (in this case, her right foot). "Or at least your hair after you've been wearing that hat all day. Also it's not glue." "That's not even my hat! You're forever putting that battered hat on me, and trying to