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Rance was tuned to the sound of wings, of feathers rustling, of talons scraping lightly on brick. Like the sound of footsteps to someone else, it was the sound that meant he probably had company. The corner of his mouth twitched, distantly amused that a bird would arrive while he was remembering his sister, but he didn’t look up yet. No need to scare his visitor away. He did tilt his head a bit to the side in a distinctly animalistic gesture before murmuring, “Evenin’, friend. Hope I’m not intrudin’ on your roost. I’ll be on my way before too long.“
He didn’t expect a response, nor did he wait for one. There was a small chance the visitor was another Attuned, but he wasn’t going to worry about it. He tilted his head down again, gaze on the candle. “You would have been amazed at the birds here, Morgana. The colors would have had your fingers twitchin’. Gods, I can’t imagine what you would have done if you’d seen that fuckin’ monster I met near the ocean. Probably have tried to hug it. Then asked for one of its feathers for the nest.”
He didn’t expect a response, nor did he wait for one. There was a small chance the visitor was another Attuned, but he wasn’t going to worry about it. He tilted his head down again, gaze on the candle. “You would have been amazed at the birds here, Morgana. The colors would have had your fingers twitchin’. Gods, I can’t imagine what you would have done if you’d seen that fuckin’ monster I met near the ocean. Probably have tried to hug it. Then asked for one of its feathers for the nest.”
