[The sounds of flapping wings and ongoing struggle follow Liem into the nest as he hurries down the steep inner surface, drawn by the pull of the waiting faerie wing. Not knowing how long he might have before the head of that bird pops over the nest’s edge, he pounces on the spot in question as soon as he’s close enough, shoving aside feathers the size of beach umbrellas in the search for a hint of something resembling the object he’d seen in the vision.
And he finds it. A torn-off piece of a faerie’s wing, glinting at him from within the fibres of the nest’s woven structure. Liem grasps the edge and tugs cautiously, freeing it little by little, as hastily as he dares without knowing how fragile the wing might be. He just needs to pull a little bit more, and then—
The wing comes free, almost in the same moment that Dokja calls out over the sound of cracking lightning.]
Shit.
[The mutter slips out under his breath as Liem reaches to one side and, flattening himself against the side of the nest, drags one of the fluffy down feathers over him just as the huge bird flutters over to perch on the side of its nest. The wind created by its landing almost tears the feather from his grasp, and he suspects he has about two seconds before the bird’s fluttering allows it to spot him and turn him into lunch regardless.
He doesn’t wait that long. As the huge bird gives another absurdly nimble hop, Liem springs up from his hiding place. Just as it lunges, he steps through a fold in space to appear behind it, on the opposite lip of the nest, out of its immediate line of sight.
It’s just his bad luck that, as he lands there, a flick of the bird’s huge tail sends him and his loot flying with a tiny, bug-sized yelp right into open air.]
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And he finds it. A torn-off piece of a faerie’s wing, glinting at him from within the fibres of the nest’s woven structure. Liem grasps the edge and tugs cautiously, freeing it little by little, as hastily as he dares without knowing how fragile the wing might be. He just needs to pull a little bit more, and then—
The wing comes free, almost in the same moment that Dokja calls out over the sound of cracking lightning.]
Shit.
[The mutter slips out under his breath as Liem reaches to one side and, flattening himself against the side of the nest, drags one of the fluffy down feathers over him just as the huge bird flutters over to perch on the side of its nest. The wind created by its landing almost tears the feather from his grasp, and he suspects he has about two seconds before the bird’s fluttering allows it to spot him and turn him into lunch regardless.
He doesn’t wait that long. As the huge bird gives another absurdly nimble hop, Liem springs up from his hiding place. Just as it lunges, he steps through a fold in space to appear behind it, on the opposite lip of the nest, out of its immediate line of sight.
It’s just his bad luck that, as he lands there, a flick of the bird’s huge tail sends him and his loot flying with a tiny, bug-sized yelp right into open air.]