*There were the sounds of tins falling to the shelves. There were a few pale blueish purple feathers on the ground. There was what sounded to be clicking around the shelves.*
<Chai was alerted to the sound as she was making herself some breakfast. She blinked slowly and shoved a piece of cinnamon sugar toast in her mouth to investigate. She noticed the feathers and she paused, thinking about whether or not she should do this. She walked into the main area to see where tins of tea and bags of coffee lay on the ground, perfectly intact thankfully. She looked for the culprit.>











