"That's cute... here..." She fumbles around behind her for a moment, plucking a single ashen feather with a wince, the feather blows around as if in a breeze for a moment before solidifying, feeling as if made of featherlight metal. "You can use it for almost anything, it can pick locks, no acid can burn it, however strong... hell, wear it as a earring." she laughs softly, holding it out. "And should you ever need to find me, lie it on your palm and say 'Avarael'... the point will direct you to me, wherever I am." she smiles a little, should Francine take the feather she would attempt a kiss, a soft one on the girl's lips.