For her? Well, that is certainly something that has her eyebrows shoot up in confusion. Taako, of course, us already starting her on the slow course of how to make Magic Shields. But feathers seems somehow different from what was in the books Foster gave her.

Or at the very least, it isn't what she expected. Reira slowly clambers down the current tall training pole, looking up toward the feathers as best she can. Just...feathers. But...

"Um... ...why?" She asks, blinking. "...Is it because they come from flying things...? ...Or is it because they come from birds?" Why birds would matter at all is, naturally, something only she has an answer to, and even them it's not enough for her to merely assume it as the correct-incorrect reason.