While the shop owner was still bowing, she suddenly straightened again, as if a thought had just struck her. "Can you please wait a second?"
Without waiting for a reply, she hurried to the back of the shop through a small door, her steps quick and light. A short while later she came running back, holding a figure made of wood and cloth in her hand.
The figure was very well made.
Among all the crafts on the shelves, it looked like the most time-consuming and detailed piece, almost like her personal masterpiece.
It was a human-shaped figure with messy black hair, carefully made from black threads, and an all-black outfit that fit the small body.
The most striking detail, however, was its pure white wings, spread wide to both sides. The feathers looked like real bird feathers and almost dazzled under the shop's modest lighting.
"Why does the figure look familiar?"
