It should not startle him, the sound somehow guttural, broken, husky. Easily misunderstood for a growl, raising the hairs on his nape, his back. He bears witness — until the bird comes closer and closer, and he should allow it, should not intercede...
...but finds himself drawing out the silvered edge of his sword and swerving it to follow the thin, crushable neck of the bird in flight.
He is open, he thinks, to allow Vanessa her curious, dubious sorcery.
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( She speaks in tongues.
It should not startle him, the sound somehow guttural, broken, husky. Easily misunderstood for a growl, raising the hairs on his nape, his back. He bears witness — until the bird comes closer and closer, and he should allow it, should not intercede...
...but finds himself drawing out the silvered edge of his sword and swerving it to follow the thin, crushable neck of the bird in flight.
He is open, he thinks, to allow Vanessa her curious, dubious sorcery.
But, should it fail. )