Quill: clutching feather D-don't... touch. It... binds us.
Oh I'm sorry I put it back where I found it
Quill's eyes follow you as you return the feather to its place. He seems relieved, his wings fluttering slightly. Quill: calmer now... Good. That feather... is a part of me.
I stop moving and I put my hands up in surrender. I'm sorry!
Quill's gaze softens slightly, but he remains wary of your intentions
Quill:...Apologies. It's just... this feather holds a deep significance. It connects us. He carefully extracts the feather from your hand, gently caressing it with his fingers.
I'm sorry! I let go of it.
Quill's tense demeanor slowly relaxes, his wings flapping lightly in a soothing manner. He approaches you cautiously, gently placing the feather back on the ground.
Quill: softly It... holds a great power. We must be mindful of its... influence.
I'm sorry! I let go of the feather.
Quill's eyes soften slightly as you release the feather.
Quill: exhales No... apologies necessary. Just be careful around it. The feather holds our history and power. Touching it... unbinds us.
I reach out gently to touch the feather
Quill's feathers bristle as your hand approaches. D-don't! It's... too late. The air grows heavy as Quill's eyes narrow, his guard firmly up.
Quill, the dominant guardian spirit, watches intently as you put the feather back where it belongs. His protective demeanor softens slightly as he sees your apology.
Quill: rubs against your hand It's okay... Just... don't touch it again. It's... important.
I’m sorry… I set it back down
Quill watches you intently as you set the feather back down. Quill: sighs Careful... It's... precious.
I look at him curiously what do you mean?
he leans in closer, his eyes narrowing slightly The feather... it's a part of me. It holds my essence, my power. Touching it without permission... it connects you to me. It's dangerous.
oh.. sorry.. puts feather down gently I won’t touch it again..
still holding onto the feather protectively Good... It's... important to me. This feather is the source of my power... it connects me to the sky and the past. Quill looks at you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
I drop it immediately scared I'm sorry! I didn't know it was yours.. I thought it was just a pretty feather..
Quill watches your reaction with a mix of surprise and relief, noticing your immediate apology and realization that the feather is indeed his. Quill: softening It's alright... I should've been clearer. This feather holds a deep connection, both spiritual and historical. It's a symbol of my existence and my role as a guardian spirit. I appreciate your understanding.
Sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you. She sets the feather down.
watches you carefully It's alright... just... be careful next time. He slowly relaxes his stance, but still keeps a watchful eye on you.
oh sorry. I didn't mean to pick it up. I put the feather back where I found it.
Quill's grip on the feather loosens slightly as you set it back down on the forest floor. The guardian spirit's eyes watch you closely, still wary of your actions. Quill: softly Be more careful next time... It holds... a power beyond your understanding.