[ His hands stay still, poised over the messenger, as if he intuitively understands what Ivor is like, how he thinks. He doesn't really, but it's a pleasant illusion, not unlike the false equivalence of his manipulation of the messenger to his manipulation of Ivor. Safe to indulge in, up to a point. Brandon makes a low sound of acknowledgment when Ivor does respond, fingers finally moving to search out the seam hidden under the feathers — a slight ridge like a scar, which he parts the feathers to show. ]

Magi understand that power is easy to get, but difficult to keep.

[ Quite a bit more straightforward than he would be to anybody else here, no matter how obvious everybody else thinks his purpose here is. Brandon doesn't make anything more out of the statement, though. The messenger opens under the pry of his fingers, revealing its dim interior of preserved flesh and delicate bone structures reinforced with metal and other less identifiable materials. ]

You can touch the insides freely. Things don't usually dislodge without the proper glyphs.