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They're part of you, it's like, beyond entitled to try to use them as leverage against you.

I don't get why they don't just ...

Ask for help?

It's that simple. I like helping!

... Still wouldn't marry their prince, though.

I get the feeling they used bits of your soul as leverage because they knew 'please be part of our weird eugenics program' was an unreasonable ask.

Uuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Wanna know the best bit?

What's the best bit?

A heavy implication that I might be the last full-blooded dragon to exist in my universe.

The folks doing the blackmailing are called the Vayad'ai. Their nobility and royal family were all into dragon-fucking way back when, and they've been trying to keep as much dragonishness in their bloodlines as they can. Kinda hard when nobody'd seen any dragons for centuries.

Oof. That actually is rough. But maybe the dragons just stopped showing themselves to those people because they were rude and entitled?

That's the hope.

[ Sighs, gently kicking her leggies over the side of the branch ]

I wonder who else has been trying to keep feathers from me...

I hope nobody else! If we gotta, me and Azul can learn to worldhop and come help you get 'em back.

Aww, thanks.

I'm prrrrrretty sure Regulus has one ... do you remember him? The little redhead from the guest event. He seems decent enough, though.

Well, if you know where he is then I guess that's technically a feather accounted for...

Hmm, good point! One down, shrug emoji to go.

Will you know when you've got 'em all?

I... I don't know, actually. Probably? [ Rubs over her heart ]

Yeah, since they're your soul...

Mmmmm ...

There's definitely a difference between the way I felt early on and how I felt later. Like.

[ HAND GESTURES ]

Like when we get more memories back?

Kinda? Not quite. It's.

[ MORE GESTURES ]

Augh, it's hard to describe. It's like ... a hollow, exhausted, disconnected feeling. Like you're still you, but scraped out and cut off.

I don't know if my amnesia back then was 'cause of the feathers or, heh, trauma.

[ ... stretches a wing out like, as an invitation to cuddle into it ]

Sounds rough.

[ oh ....... ]

[ snuggles into the wing ]

Just a li'l.

[ a quiet huffy not-laugh ] And the folks who find my feathers, I guess maybe they're like... oh, Miya, you're a magical sparkly celestial dragon deity apparently! You've got all of that power and soul juice, you don't need all of it. What's one drop in the bucket?

Well. They're my drops and it's my bucket, and I want it all back where it should be. I want to know what it feels like to be whole.

[ tucks her under!! ]

It's your bucket! You're not a public resource!

[ hhhhhhhhahahaha, ha, ha ]

Y'know, some people'd prob'ly say I signed up to be a public resource, what with the whole Unisonya and Prisma Knight thing ...

But that's a whole other can of worms.

Speaking as an official public resource, nah.

[ GRUMBLY. like a very mildly annoyed cat sound. ]

Nah.

[ BURROWS ]

I bet they'd drop me as a poster child right quick if they knew about my many many murders.

That is pretty much what happens.