Noah’s eyes lifted, too. Not because he noticed that Tal was watching the birds during his shift, but because as they roused and started cackling and cawing, he felt heavy. Heavy with a sense of dread that tried to dig into his bones and hold tight against ligaments and sinew. A shiver, a chill, so unlike the cold he grew up with in Halo, ran down his spine as he made eye contact with one of the birds.
It shifted as Tal approached them. It lifted its wings and took flight, cawing all the while and even imitating some words it must have heard in the Celestine. Despite the dark of night, it still cast a shadow because of the moon’s presence, and as the wings passed over the forms of the men, Noah’s heart lurched. ”I’m not sure, but we probably shouldn’t stay to figure it out. We’ve got enough information, I think.” And then Noah swallowed down the anxiety — his mind whirring and pinpointing that, like other void creatures, it came from the bird — and started moving away from the temple.
It shifted as Tal approached them. It lifted its wings and took flight, cawing all the while and even imitating some words it must have heard in the Celestine. Despite the dark of night, it still cast a shadow because of the moon’s presence, and as the wings passed over the forms of the men, Noah’s heart lurched. ”I’m not sure, but we probably shouldn’t stay to figure it out. We’ve got enough information, I think.” And then Noah swallowed down the anxiety — his mind whirring and pinpointing that, like other void creatures, it came from the bird — and started moving away from the temple.
the forsaken