[ Erik would suggest that these birds aren't animals at all; with the way they vanish into thin air, it would be entirely possible. But right now, he's lost much of the interest for conversation, wanting nothing more than to be anywhere but here. And to be completely by himself.
He turns away again and resumes walking, pushing the swell of emotions down by force. ]
Only the one.
[ As if on cue, one of the birds materializes on a dead tree nearby. It echoes the voice of that little girl again, the words in Polish but easily translated by whatever magic is in this place.
This time, Erik makes it a point to ignore it entirely. It hurts enough as it is, he won't give it what it clearly wants. ]
no subject
He turns away again and resumes walking, pushing the swell of emotions down by force. ]
Only the one.
[ As if on cue, one of the birds materializes on a dead tree nearby. It echoes the voice of that little girl again, the words in Polish but easily translated by whatever magic is in this place.
This time, Erik makes it a point to ignore it entirely. It hurts enough as it is, he won't give it what it clearly wants. ]