[ It's in the second the flame flickers before it's doused that it happens. The breeze is usurped by an abrupt shift in the direction of the winds in the wake of which a flash of black can be seen behind the paper, the flame, the tree. It wouldn't be unreasonable to guess that it, whatever it is, is responsible for the abrupt, screaming departure of the rattle pigeons perching on the ledge and in the crevices beneath it.
As though they couldn't possibly get away from whatever has seen fit to intrude upon their perch.
It is she and she perches atop the ledge as silently as she alighted upon it a healthy five, ten feet from the bamboo tree and the wishmaker. She's a small thing and unusual in that she's a black Passerine. Pitch, actually. Daylight makes it more obvious. It doesn't quite seem to bathe her in the same way it does other objects. It's almost as though it's being put off by something clinging to her, something that makes pitch deeper, darker still than that.
It's only slightly less noticeable than the deep, violet eye fixed upon the man and there it remains, her head slightly canted. She doesn't pause or abruptly shift to crane her neck and preen her feathers. She simply, perhaps eerily continues to perch and and gaze at him silently. ]
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As though they couldn't possibly get away from whatever has seen fit to intrude upon their perch.
It is she and she perches atop the ledge as silently as she alighted upon it a healthy five, ten feet from the bamboo tree and the wishmaker. She's a small thing and unusual in that she's a black Passerine. Pitch, actually. Daylight makes it more obvious. It doesn't quite seem to bathe her in the same way it does other objects. It's almost as though it's being put off by something clinging to her, something that makes pitch deeper, darker still than that.
It's only slightly less noticeable than the deep, violet eye fixed upon the man and there it remains, her head slightly canted. She doesn't pause or abruptly shift to crane her neck and preen her feathers. She simply, perhaps eerily continues to perch and and gaze at him silently. ]