[With his attention already on it, Ferran watches the thing fall with the expected weight of a crystal, immediately frowning at the oddity. He steps forward and kneels down to pick it up, turning the thing over in his hand and trying to figure out... what's the point of it? And why is it here?]
I've never seen anything like it. [So it's not from a bird at all, obviously. After all, it's not like animals can be made of rock—
The screech of a hawk echoes distantly through the stifling silence of the dream, and in a blink everything shifts. The shape of it is largely the same; Ferran and Revali remain where they were, standing in the grass amongst the trees, but it's night now. More significantly: the house behind them is not yet in ruins, standing at its previous two stories with fine brickwork framing the plaster walls. The lights are on.
In front of them, there's a black-haired man in a cape, standing in the darkness between the trees. Ferran's wide eyes are locked onto him as he raises a hand, something clasped in his metal gauntlet.]
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I've never seen anything like it. [So it's not from a bird at all, obviously. After all, it's not like animals can be made of rock—
The screech of a hawk echoes distantly through the stifling silence of the dream, and in a blink everything shifts. The shape of it is largely the same; Ferran and Revali remain where they were, standing in the grass amongst the trees, but it's night now. More significantly: the house behind them is not yet in ruins, standing at its previous two stories with fine brickwork framing the plaster walls. The lights are on.
In front of them, there's a black-haired man in a cape, standing in the darkness between the trees. Ferran's wide eyes are locked onto him as he raises a hand, something clasped in his metal gauntlet.]