[And after about a minute, Ion will hear footsteps heading toward his room and a sudden knock on his door. Dist is honestly only somewhat concerned about Ion, and is hoping his feathers are just molting. Certain species, from what he recalled reading about on Auldrant, molted their feathers at various times of the year. This could just be one of those instances. If the wings were designed after a certain type of bird, then maybe...]
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May I come in, Fon Master Ion?