/leaves a bloodied ho-oh feather
Falkner’s eyes widen in shock as he picks up the feather. It shakes in the grip of his unsteady fingers, still luminous and iridescent despite the dark blood. Still in awe of the mysterious item, he hurries to wash it in the sink.
‘How did someone come across such a marvelous thing?’ The bird keeper thinks ponders. His thoughts turn take a dark turn as he watches it come clean, eyes tracing the light red path that drips from his soapy fingers down into the drain. ‘Why would they leave it? And more importantly, whose blood is this-theirs? Arceus forbid it be Ho-oh’s…’
















