( she doesn't need to know that they all knew what he was and the jealousy that entails with it. they all knew he couldn't die by conventional means anyway. they knew he can take whatever they dish out. in a fucked up way, he wanted it too. makes him feel *needed. )
seers arenโt exactly a foreign concept among the sidhรฉ. there was something of an oracle once, in his village. she used to predict the changes of wind and the migration paths, and it was up to the Elders who were gifted with Traveller magic to guide them to their next migration
seers arenโt exactly a foreign concept among the sidhรฉ. there was something of an oracle once, in his village. she used to predict the changes of wind and the migration paths, and it was up to the Elders who were gifted with Traveller magic to guide them to their next migration
something resonating in him, calling upon the blood that he had hid away for decades. a revival of something more primal. he tried shaking it off, trying to dismiss it as him yearning to return. but even he canโt lie to himself โ this wasnโt some โnormalโ music. sharp pupils
winged humanoid creature in the sky. not an angel, not a demon either. something entirely different โ closer to animals than it is with humans. it stooped, diving head first into the wooded area at a speed incomprehensible, similar to that of a falcon. after that, it was gone.
had that in literal decadesโฆโ
and then he noticed arthur. a little snort escaping his nose as he put his arm upwards again, causing the peregrine falcon to fly away again.
โhuh. you followed a long way to here.โ
the bird made its way towards one of the highest points of the town, where a man was sitting on the branches, waving his legs slowly above the high ground. the peregrine perched on his outstretched arm, shaking its feathers as he spoke to it.
โsomething interesting huh ? havenโt
Hmm . peregrines aren't
something the hatcheries
have, at least, not in the
heart of the council .
and its i possible that stray
flew all the way here from
Scotland . . . unless a poacher
sent one of their own stolen
ones to scout ? His ears are
itching . fine .
โ