[Someone's uncharacteristically playing hooky today, quickly bored with the Latin lesson plans that Sebastian had drawn up for him. Ciel feels lighter, less burdened or driven somehow and decides- why not head down to the amusement park for a day of fun in the sun?
For part of the trip, there's a feather clinging stubbornly to the back of his Victorian coat in a parody of a chip on his shoulder. It drifts off at some point, maybe as he's passing you or possibly just laying on the ground after he's long gone. Either way, picking it up is a lottery draw between the most horrific feeling of hopelessness or the perfectly pure joy of a well-loved child.
Of course, he encounters a few memory orbs during his walk. He's already unimpressed by the floating orbs, mistakenly taking them for simple light fixtures (yes, it was great the first time around when the powers-that-be used them at that ball but let's get a bit more creative, all right?) but feathers? Those can be whittled into writing implements. So useful, that! Therefore, he'll be picking one up.]