[ His medallion hums, not for the first time. The constant ebb and flow of the magic around them sets it off constantly—but here, he senses it's in response to the crows themselves.
It was almost easier when they were focused on him. He has no wish to discuss his past, but he has even less desire to glimpse another's unbidden. At least when the memories are his, he knows what to expect, how to dismiss the bits and pieces that fall from their beaks.
A stitch forms between his brows. He brushes the nearest birds away, turning them into wisps that bleed into the nonexistent sky. The others hop higher onto the branches.
He studies Rocket, as if he means to say something he isn't certain needs to be said. After a moment, he seems to decide not. The implications are enough. ]
This way. [ He ducks deeper into the thicket where the crows can't follow as closely. Ridding themselves of these damn birds is impossible, but nothing says they need to be granted any attention. Perhaps it might be worthwhile to just. Discuss a wholly different topic. ] You never got to telling me what worlds you've visited.
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It was almost easier when they were focused on him. He has no wish to discuss his past, but he has even less desire to glimpse another's unbidden. At least when the memories are his, he knows what to expect, how to dismiss the bits and pieces that fall from their beaks.
A stitch forms between his brows. He brushes the nearest birds away, turning them into wisps that bleed into the nonexistent sky. The others hop higher onto the branches.
He studies Rocket, as if he means to say something he isn't certain needs to be said. After a moment, he seems to decide not. The implications are enough. ]
This way. [ He ducks deeper into the thicket where the crows can't follow as closely. Ridding themselves of these damn birds is impossible, but nothing says they need to be granted any attention. Perhaps it might be worthwhile to just. Discuss a wholly different topic. ] You never got to telling me what worlds you've visited.