Silverborn?

Chapter 9

"How about we just pop em'?" Hawthorne asks after about twenty minutes of futile sorting.
"But Miss Cheery said sort not pop the balloons!" Mahir replies, while trying to tie two purple balloons together.
A loud pop cuts their conversation short.
"THADDEA!" Archan shrieks. "We said we wouldn't pop them!"
"It wasn't my fault! Morrigan pushed me into one against the wall!" Thaddea says defensively.
"No I didn't!" Morrigan argues
"ENOUGH!" Cadence shouts. "It doesn't matter who did what, as long as we don't pop anymore."
She was answered with a scream from anah.
"Thaddea, your arms!" She says aghast.
"What about them?" Thaddea asks looking down. "What. Is. That? Are they feathers?!?!?!?" She panics.
"You look like a bird!" Hawthorne laughs.
"I don't think these are normal balloons.." Morrigan says slowly.
"They're not coming off!" Thaddea spluttered, rubbing her feathery arms.
"Oh. Ohh, I've heard of something like this from one of the older scholars!" Says Anah.
There's a moment of silence in which everyone stares at her.
"And...?" Morrigan prompted.
"Well, it's not exactly the same but I'm pretty sure they're cursed with things that will make our life harder if we pop them." Anah explained.