The shadows of the immense structure stretched over him as he sat still and silent on the bench outside the Church of Dark. Ithamar was on his shoulder close to his neck, crown feathers drawn to a guarding pose. They were getting looks. At least people had the sense to keep their distance, could be due to the aura of murder he was emitting. Might also be the reason behind the looks. Oh well, win some, lose some.
Finally he felt a familiar presence on the other side of the courtyard. Eli sat firmly in place, sure that soon his steely presence would turn him into a gargoyle to join the decorations of the church. But he was also sure she would notice and would not ignore it, not when he was specifically calling for her.
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