It was the size of a paperback novel, wrapped in soft lavender paper that shimmered faintly with an iridescent sheen—an unmistakable sign of the “Starlight Enchantments” boutique in the Lower District. Inside, a single, delicate feather lay nestled in a cushion of velvet. The feather was from a Snow‑Phoenix, the rarest creature in the whole realm, its plume glistening with a faint, ever‑changing hue.
She gently peeled back the first layer of paper, revealing a second sheet of deeper violet, embroidered with tiny silver constellations that seemed to shift as she moved. Her breath caught in her throat; each stitch glimmered like a distant star, a reminder of the night sky she’d once watched from the hilltop of her hometown. X-Angels - Venera Murkovski - Sweetie opens her...