[child abuse warning in this post]
[Isn't that, like, a résumé requirement for all Clamp characters? Abject misery and all? Ciel turns when he's hailed, a mildly curious look on his face. Oh how nice, a stranger offering him a feather.]
Yes, Good Morning. Is that for me? [The white plume doesn't reabsorb itself, just glows a little before blackening at the edges, similar to a raven's feather.
It's a feeling of despair that rushes up to overwhelm the bearer, something that's all the stronger since it's never been felt before in a life barely touched by sadness. There's flashes of blood and fire, a slaughtered couple grasping onto each other, and confusion as the person the memory belongs to is chained and tortured, reaching desperately towards a pair of scarlet eyes.]