[ Another thick flutter of wings overhead as the owl finds a closer branch to perch itself on. Beady eyes staring into the back of Noth's head. While Philippa hadn't sought him out before, the chaos imbued within him proved to be a useful anchor to sniff out in the mysterious makeup of this tiny town. It'd be rightfully shameful if she got the wrong person, but when was the last time she mucked up something so trivial?
The window is closed. The owl takes no further effort to blow in uninvited, stead stretches out its wings before hunkering down to stare at the back of Noth's head.
When she reaches out to him again, it's not through the cursemark network. A woman's voice eases into his mind. ]
smashes into action
The window is closed. The owl takes no further effort to blow in uninvited, stead stretches out its wings before hunkering down to stare at the back of Noth's head.
When she reaches out to him again, it's not through the cursemark network. A woman's voice eases into his mind. ]
Turn around and let me see.