Some things were recognizable: many of the growths echoed across the rest of the city, but many of the blooms Rain had never seen before. It was quiet at first, as he took in the sight with an expression of unguarded awe. Then, a rustle that drew his attention with a snap of his gaze - drawing Sleep's ire had seen him followed incessantly by Hosts - including one that he had woken to standing over him, having let itself in through a window with a broken latch. Though the Hosts had finally receded, his nervous system was still on high alert.
But there are no Hosts here, only colorful birds that bounce here to there and chirp and call and sing. The ones at the lake and at the marina had their own majesty, but these were something else entirely.
The god's attention turned again only for the rustle of Ironeye's satchel, though more calmly. He accepted the bag, something soft and appreciative in the smile that crept across his tired countenance.
Withdrawing a handful of seed, Rain's attention returned to the birds. Just as Ironeye had said, one bird hopped curiously closer, then another. He leant down, scattering the handful a small distance away. One by one, then two by two, birds swooped to peck at the far edge of the scattered seeds. Silent, slow, the Forsaken crouched down to better watch. At length, he glanced up to Ironeye, the smile slipping back into place. ]
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Some things were recognizable: many of the growths echoed across the rest of the city, but many of the blooms Rain had never seen before. It was quiet at first, as he took in the sight with an expression of unguarded awe. Then, a rustle that drew his attention with a snap of his gaze - drawing Sleep's ire had seen him followed incessantly by Hosts - including one that he had woken to standing over him, having let itself in through a window with a broken latch. Though the Hosts had finally receded, his nervous system was still on high alert.
But there are no Hosts here, only colorful birds that bounce here to there and chirp and call and sing. The ones at the lake and at the marina had their own majesty, but these were something else entirely.
The god's attention turned again only for the rustle of Ironeye's satchel, though more calmly. He accepted the bag, something soft and appreciative in the smile that crept across his tired countenance.
Withdrawing a handful of seed, Rain's attention returned to the birds. Just as Ironeye had said, one bird hopped curiously closer, then another. He leant down, scattering the handful a small distance away. One by one, then two by two, birds swooped to peck at the far edge of the scattered seeds. Silent, slow, the Forsaken crouched down to better watch. At length, he glanced up to Ironeye, the smile slipping back into place. ]