closed starter for alex ( @fcvthcrs )
FOR WEEKS SARAEL HAD BEEN WATCHING BIRDS, not for any particular reason other than that she was quite fond of them... and she had noticed that some of them were not exactly wholly birds; animals possessed of human (at least partially, in some cases) spirits that were in existence for the sole purpose of serving witch kind, or so it seemed. It wasn’t a wholly vested interest, but being an archangel on earth — even in a town as odd as that — left some time on one’s hands, “Which one of you is it this time?”
She said this to no bird in particular, but her eyes kept flitting over a few as if expecting them to change.











