The moment Nico realized his father was reaching out to take the feather from his hand he started to smile. By the time his father's hand was on the feather he was fully grinning. He realized and tried to hide it. His smile turned into a grimace and then almost into a smirk, then finally into a small, tightlipped little smile. That was the best he could do.
"You'll win, Papa, I know you will." He absolutely did not know that but his father seemed to appreciate the gift and in turn he felt as bold as a pigeon in front of a carriage.
"You'll win, Papa, I know you will." He absolutely did not know that but his father seemed to appreciate the gift and in turn he felt as bold as a pigeon in front of a carriage.