feathers.

Hello, friends. The Heiress von Lone Wolf is sick and grumpy today...trying to complete a stack of work so she can go home and throw herself into bed with Moe and Big Sur. There might be some Metalocalypse viewing, too.
In times like this, great solace is found in one's favorite things. And so, without further ado...feathers!





P.S. The Heiress has also reminded me that her birthday approaches in less than two weeks. All ideal gifts are garnished with feathers.