#braxas

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The heirs had been off romping about with their games when Venga spotted something shimmery! Wiggling her tiny tail in anticipation, she pounced the feather with a squeak and jumped as her fluffy black mane became fluffy black feathers!

In the blink of an eye, the youngest heir was a pom-pom of fluffy black downy with two bright blue eyes peering from the fluff. "YA!" she squeaked, garnering the attention of her siblings.

"Venga?" Velda called, "Whachu yellin' for?"

"I'll check on her," Sturgeous volunteered and trundled over. He stopped and cocked his head at his little sister. "Venga?"

Two bright blue eyes peered at him from the black downy fluff. "Juss!" she squeaked and scuttled off the feather, pointing at it. "Bah!"

Sturgeous furrowed his brow. "What's that?" he asked and cautiously crept forward, papping it with a paw. He squeaked, startled by what felt like a static shock as his mane too became feathers! Though not as fluffy and a little more fledged, he still had a mane of black feathers speckled with white dots.

"Bah!!!" Venga squeaked and pointed at his head.

"Huh?" Sturgeous grunted and felt his head. His mane. It wasn't stringing and wiry like normal! It was... fluffy! Fluffy and weird feeling!

"Bronté!" Sturgeous called. "Bronté the greys are back!"

"The greys are back!?" chorused the other three siblings who charged over to the two.

Sturgeous scooped up the feather, holding a paw out to keep his siblings from touching it. "Don't touch the feather! It's got grey magic!"

Bronté squinted as he and Velda sniffed the air around Sturgeous and Venga, while Braxas tried to stand taller to get a better look over the hunched bulk of his siblings.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"I think it's a feather," Sturgeous answered, looking at the feather in his paw.

"I think we better tell Papi and Father," Bronté said firmly. "Sturgeous, put the grey-feather in your pouch and carry Venga. We don't know if the grey magic will go to us if we touch you to."

"Got it," Sturgeous said, stashing the feather and hoisting Venga onto his back. "Let's go tell father."

With that, the whelp quintet hurried down the way, Braxas, Bronté, and Velda forming a protective V formation around their younger siblings.

I didn’t notice on first watch but Hunter was making Braxas’s palisman