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as an apparition within the Murmur that vessels share, the Forsaken most often appears sitting in a plain wooden chair with a low rounded back, gazing despondently into the distance. reach out?

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[markingnight]

[ Ironeye knelt down alongside him, expression softened, attention divided between the gathering flock and Rain. Birds with feathers like emerald scales, crested birds with sky blue masks, bright golden weavers that chattered energetically. Attracted by the commotion, the largest and plumpest pigeon Ironeye had ever seen (and likely ever would again) waddled up, looking ever-expectant and hopeful for a meal. ]

That one is a crowned pigeon. He's especially tame. Not a bone of self-preservation in his body.

[ While some were more shy, another simply hopped down onto the archer's shoulder. ]

...And this one. Quite a menagerie, isn't it? Whoever gathered them all together must have truly cared for them.

[ For all he knew, perhaps some of these birds were treated as pets. Certainly some of the parrots seemed to expect attention as if they were. He reached into his bag again, and took out a few slices of golden fruit for Rain. ]

Here. These are quite popular.

[aeviternitas]

[ Flowers and mushrooms of various colors existed across the ruined city, but most of it was shades of grey and beige. And his prison before, mostly the same even if the shapes were different. But this place, with its vibrant flora and somehow more vibrant fauna, was almost overwhelming in its beauty.

The pigeon (wildly different from what someone else had called a pigeon, dun grey and slim, flying overhead one day) startled the god with its boldness, expression opening in surprise. ] Oh - hello.

[ He reached for more seed, though Ironeye offered a different treat. He held out a bandaged hand for the slices, and extended one cautiously to the large bird. ] I've never seen birds like these. Strange they stay here, if they are meant for the south.

...What food is this? [ he asked of the gold fruit, though his attention was already again on the pigeon as it eyed him this way and that, then plucked the fruit from his outstretched fingers. ]

[markingnight]

There weren't quite so many when I started. Maybe some of them see this as shelter. [ And maybe they'd spread the word once their friends figured out someone was offering free meals. It was also entirely possible that some of these birds had simply been born here, with no memory of their southerly origins. He had no way of knowing, really. ]

[ The Victoria crowned pigeon took the slice in his beak with an almost comical wobble of his lacy crown-feathers. He was indeed surprisingly docile, and seemed to have an eternally puzzled expression. ]

I'm not sure myself. The fruit of my world is quite different. I've seen animals eating them off the tree, though. They're quite sweet.

[ As if in envy of seeing the pigeon receive a treat, the bright yellow parrot using Ironeye for a perch let out a protesting chirrup. It, however, was significantly smaller than the pigeon. ]