Feathers were remarkable things. They moved, at times, of their own accord, to aid with regulation of body temperature, or in response to unconscious reflex.

Right now, with a noise a bit like an umbrella being opened on a particularly windy day, every one stood on end, trying at once to make him look much bigger than he actually was. This, accompanied by a highly involuntary squawk as he jumped aside-

And, on finding what the source of the sudden noise was, attempted, by means of affecting a poker face to rival a champion cardshark, to look nonchalant about the whole thing, as though he hadn't just done what he had. "... Ren. You look nice."