Powder takes that as permission to flicker their wings and flutter up to land between antennae, turning to examine them from the top. Their Za thinks it's funny even as they shimmy forward, freeing their claws from Cinna's grip and pulling out a shiny silver ring of metal to gnaw instead.

"A steadfast member of the Moth Tribe, I'm sure you've observed that much. Unless you've visited the Palace quite recently, you are unlikely to have met the specific individual." Dear Hazewing shies away from being too known. Ghost doesn't blame him.