Adventuring to the Mirror's Other Side Feathers. The fashion of the day was for every hat to sport at least one feather, whether jaunty and bright or a natural colour and more sombre in style. The type of feather might vary, and where on the hat it was placed. Left side or right, tucked into the band or dangling from the back of the rim on ribbons, feathers seemed to be a constant accessory for peasant and lord alike.
As well as for the gallant feline, Puss in Boots, who occupied himself with a studious self-inspection in the pier mirror, completely ignoring its beautifully gilded designs. He changed from the black cloak to a red one with a flourish of his white paw. Turning in one direction, then the other, he stated "I don't think so."
The orange-ginger tabby put his black cloak on again. His green eyes were abruptly drawn to stare at the mirror. Without warning, he saw his reflection had vanished and the space in the mirror looked wrong. Glancing about himself, Bartolomeow saw nothing was different. But in the mirror, the quality of light altered. He moved closer, staring into a portal. A grand room waited on the other side.
Being none other than Puss in Boots, he brandished his rapier as he leapt through the gilt frame, shouting "En garde!" to let anyone he encountered know he was a force to reckon with. "Come out, cowards! I am here to vanquish one and all!!"
He wasn't the least bit daunted by the fact that no one else seemed to be in the -- lobby of some sort? His blade swooshed as he twirled and athletically swung it in swift cutting arcs. He combined swordplay with performing a somersault to land on his booted feet.
"Show yourself, cowards! I shall be merciful." he shouted