Mob walked forward down one of the paths that lead to the center of the circle (was it a circle? Mob thought it might be). There were several turns before he found it, there in the middle of the circle.
A pile of chaff.
He could feel it coming strongly from there. But it didn't feel bad at all. He cautiously moved the chaff aside to reveal a bird, laying on its side.
Mob tensed. 46%, 47%... Was it dead?
Mob gently cupped the bird in his hands and felt warmth. And beneath that warmth, a beating heart. It wasn't what Mob expected. Not the bird itself or the heartbeat. This was a spirit, right? Not even Dimple -- Mob swallowed -- not even Dimple had a heartbeat.
48%.
"It's a bird," Mob called out to the others. "I think he's a spirit... but also not a spirit."
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Date: 2023-09-02 05:05 am (UTC)A pile of chaff.
He could feel it coming strongly from there. But it didn't feel bad at all. He cautiously moved the chaff aside to reveal a bird, laying on its side.
Mob tensed. 46%, 47%... Was it dead?
Mob gently cupped the bird in his hands and felt warmth. And beneath that warmth, a beating heart. It wasn't what Mob expected. Not the bird itself or the heartbeat. This was a spirit, right? Not even Dimple -- Mob swallowed -- not even Dimple had a heartbeat.
48%.
"It's a bird," Mob called out to the others. "I think he's a spirit... but also not a spirit."