ORIGIN

Adeyemi watched, waiting to decipher another gesture. Instead, the noodle flipped over onto its back, which was pretty much the cutest thing he'd ever seen - barring his wife as an owlet, of course, when she'd consisted of 90% monotone and 10% fluff. Now it was more like... 100% monotone. Feathers puffing up in contentment at the obvious display of trust, the turaco chirruped, tilting his head contemplatively. "Perhaps... hm. Yes. I do believe I can add two more feathers to your collection," the king offered, raising slowly, stretching his tiny wings and realigning their layers.

Balancing on one foot, Adeyemi held up his gemstone claw to his beak, grinning as much as any bird could. "One moment! Back in a jiffy." Turning on a tiny dime, the vibrant-feathered orb of bird swiftly jogged away - only to return a few minutes later with two feathers clutched in his yellow beak, dropping them before Ashtoreth with a flourish. "Success! My wife is out, doing great things no doubt, but I have plenty of her shed feathers," he explained, tapping at the brown-white offering with his talon.

It twitched to the other, an almost neon green piece, and Adeyemi's tone took on an air of bemusement. "I'd forgotten... hm. I met another royal, long ago, when I was but a child. He had similar plumage to myself, but unfortunately, not nearly the bedside manner," the turaco joked, chuckling. "Prince Gertrude, I believe. I know it's small, probably a pinfeather, but I thought you would... take care of it for me."