Watching Anastasia try to get acknowledged by her Soul Leash, the gray raven feathers, Michelle narrowed her purple eyes in thought. Anastasia clearly needed some help, but Michelle had yet to understand the feathers, so she couldn't step in.
Michelle exhaled slowly, her sharp gaze fixed on Anastasia's form. The feathers on Anastasia's arms twitched, pulsing in defiance, resisting her control just as the soul energy had before. But the Soul Leash was different. It wasn't just raw power refusing to be tamed; it was something sentient, something that recognized Anastasia as its owner but refused to submit to her control.
Contemplating, Michelle tapped her fingers against her knee. Since the Soul Leash was a bridge between her and the soul energy, it was directly bound to her, unlike the soul energy, which, while indeed connected to her soul, wasn't connected to her consciousness.
