[So far this morning, Sebastian has been spared the sight of falling feathers both at home with his master, on his way to work, and at the bakery. Clearly, it's a perfectly normal morning. Even so, there's... something. Something the matter with his master? Some approaching danger? No. Even so, he can't quite shake that vague feeling of something being off, and he's not really in the habit of doubting himself.
For lack of any other direction to turn this restlessness, he heads outside, revisiting his long-since dropped habit of checking how Chise's work is going (it's not necessary; Sebastian has trusted her for weeks now to handle her tasks without supervision).]
Is everything going--
[--And he pauses upon spotting the feathers. That's, well... Certainly it qualifies as "something".]