She's used to finding feathers absolutely everywhere: in her hair, the folds of her clothes, even caught far beneath the sheets. Now she sits with him-but-not, and the silence that comes from the absence of a thousand feathers is a screaming void. Jade understands space best (size and shape and the manipulation of both); she doesn't know how to deal with the missing pieces of this Dave (original in so many ways but second when it comes to matters of the heart).
Aaah, my heart. I love that Jade thinks of Davesprite as his own person, and also the way you describe the feathers as something non-sprite Dave is missing instead of a weird extra grafted onto the sprite version.
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