[se] stretching new wings

Cordelia was fairly certain that Noah would see value in such a gift and be thankful to have had it made so lovingly by a friend like Deimos. The Attuned knew that they were close. That Deimos was one of the few people that Noah seemed to really trust. She hoped that she could one day join those ranks. Her own crafting paused as he started weaving the quiver out of nothing. Cordelia was quiet in awe, watching as it slowly came together, umber eyes filling with appreciation at the craftsmanship. The sight of the antlers made her smile and her thoughts went back to his question when they ran into each other in the Climb. 'That's your shift?' A faint flush rose to her cheeks and she ducked her head shyly. "I was thinking of using raven feathers. For Korbin." Cordelia had never met the boy herself, but she knew he meant a lot to him. "But I'll take those too. It'll be a mix." She agreed after a moment, smile small as she looked up at Deimos before airing her question and his response was one that she was expecting, but a part of her felt bad. How many people made requests for things without offering anything in exchange or even saying thank you? "That's good... I think people ask too much sometimes. Expect things for nothing in return. That isn't always fair." Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run