Oh, for — first of all, my magical aura is purple, which you'd know if you bothered to look into any of the 26 souls you had that hideous loser gather for this ritual! Secondly, the color of my feathers isn't some cheap hat trick! It's a manifestation of the numerous forbidden magics I've familiarized myself with, because I'm not some one-discipline scrub, and once I got my hands on the amulet containing that magic, of course the pigment reasserted itself regardless of the damper on my powers. And I arrived without it because—

... okay, I don't actually know why I showed up here with white plumage? By all accounts, it doesn't make any sense.