Of Elves and Angels

Casting his eyes over the lush grass, he spotted a single, huge white feather. He bent to pick it up, casting a quick look over it. It was a flight feather, albeit a bit mangled, and judging by the flecks of red near the end, it looked like it had been ripped out by force. "Umm, Zelda?" His girlfriend's blue eyes flicked up at him from where she was crouched. "Yes Link? What is it?" He held out the feather and watched as she examined it. "I'm pretty sure I've seen every bird in the world at this point, yeah?" Zelda nodded in agreement, face a mask of bewilderment. "Yes, I think you have. Why do you ask?" Link shook his bangs out of his face, blinking in the face of sun. "Well if I've seen them all, what's this from? It's unlike anything I've ever seen before!" Zelda's face lit up, her excitement at the discovery beaming off of her like light. "Oh, Link! This is amazing! Do you think there's pure white Loftwings out there somewhere? No, It's a bit smaller than a Loftwing feather... How strange. I wonder where it came from." She took it from him, feeling it in her fingers. "It's like it's made of air! Perhaps Pipit will know who it belongs to."