ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ (
aeviternitas) wrote2025-06-26 09:21 pm
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| ∞ The Murmur (IC INBOX) |
| « the forsaken » |
| 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? |
| thought ∞ voice ∞ vision |

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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. ]
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[ 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. ]