Last year my grandpa found a vulture feather while walking on the property. I kept it on the dashboard of my vehicle; of course day in and day out sitting in the roasting 120+ degrees that is Fort Mohave, the feather shriveled up and singed. But it stuck in the back of my mind that I should do something badass, out of the realm of turquoise ringed by silver. There it is. Feather, quill, cuff.