Owen was still fantasizing that he would also pick up rare items to please the Omegina, when in the next second, he saw Rowan start plucking the feathers with his own hands, his movements decisive and without mercy, as if he were pulling up weeds.
"Sewn quite tightly." Rowan pulled but it didn't come out; he frowned, looking at the tough thread braided from beast tendons.
"You don't like it?" Owen was a bit sad, his ears drooping slightly; the first time he decorated something for the Omegina, it was rejected. He felt aggrieved, like a child who did their homework well but didn't get a high score.
"It's hindering; wild beasts might bite and tear it during hunting." Rowan acted entirely out of pragmatism, purely feeling it was inconvenient. In combat, a superfluous detail could become a fatal weakness, allowing the opponent to seize an opportunity to attack.
