"I really want to come and see your house properly," Asar-Suti says. "Yamino works here a lot, of course, but still, I am sure he'd like me to come visit - and there is a room for me there as well, he said."

Asar-Suti gets out the feather from somewhere among his clothes; it is perfect and un-rumples, though, white with the tiniest of red tips.

"I have this on me most of the time..."

Chances left behind and roads not taken; intense junctures that they all have flown away from at high speed; rivers that Asar-Suti cannot step into another time.

Opportune moments that passed unheeded.