He shook it off and walked on, the tell-tale flap of his guard’s wings following in his wake as he made his way over to the centre of the ballroom, to a very nervous-looking Cecilia Stormcrown and her beau. The floral tresses on her wings were now gone, as were the weight silk on her husband’s arms, though she still wore her bridal crown. The pair appeared anxious as he approached. Cecilia appeared as grand as ever, dignified in her off-white plumage. The excess feathers of her head, so often a feature of the griffons he had come across, were tied back into a twisted bun, with two large feathers left standing upwards. Her yellow eyes were framed by a soft blue shadow, her claws and beak a dark black. Her new husband was taller and a light navy blue in plumage. Handy believed he was called Fenislaus. Time to go to work.