[Inspecting the remains, Sarissa will notice that it's indeed a mass of smaller carcasses, each bird tangled too tightly with the others to have any hope of separating them. The birds themselves seem about the size of a small duck, and as she roots around in the mess with her pencil, she'll hit something heavy and hard.
Oh, it's one of the beaks! And... a feather? She finds quite a few of these metallic beaks and feathers, all covered in rotten blood and bile.
It's a good thing she's got her mouth and nose covered, too. The flies zoom straight for her as she closes in on their meal. Watch your eyes and ears too, Sarissa.
Meanwhile, Kol wills the dream to bend, and gradually, the filth begins to slough off, dribbling down Daylight's legs and onto the floor as if the molecules had lost the will to cling on. The flies move on too, swarming instead to further corners of the room rather than grouping all around Daylight.
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Oh, it's one of the beaks! And... a feather? She finds quite a few of these metallic beaks and feathers, all covered in rotten blood and bile.
It's a good thing she's got her mouth and nose covered, too. The flies zoom straight for her as she closes in on their meal. Watch your eyes and ears too, Sarissa.
Meanwhile, Kol wills the dream to bend, and gradually, the filth begins to slough off, dribbling down Daylight's legs and onto the floor as if the molecules had lost the will to cling on. The flies move on too, swarming instead to further corners of the room rather than grouping all around Daylight.
Isn't that something?]