who we are and all that we're trying to be
Eyes keen, examining, scrutinizing, watched the silent volley and persuasion between rock and mage. He presumed the latter would secure some semblance of victory over an inanimate object, but he’d been wrong before – waiting for something to occur, to happen. It was always difficult to surmise the level of control when working with weaker incantations, and so there was no surprise when the stone rolled rather than gained any access to the air. His mouth opened, parted, intending to disclose an inquiry, a question, when –
A hawk swooped down, and took the manifested device.
All he could do was blink rapidly, stupidly, staring over the suddenly empty space was a dumbfounded snort echoing through his lungs. Perhaps it was funny, and ultimately bizarre, shaking his head as everything seemed to settle back into place.
A flattened tone ambled over the reel of Sah’s laughter, another snort following. “That does not count.” He concocted two more, and laid them along the ground once again; the second being a decoy in case another raptor thought the stones were appealing. “What happens if you maintain all of your focus on it?”
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
