Wren stands stock-still in place, staring at the glyph with an expression of utter puzzlement — really, it's a lucky thing Myr can't see it, it's pretty stupid.
She'd thought to be imagining them at first, these little marks so easy to miss among all the rest, but they'd been placed far too methodically for that. An unfamiliar make: Perhaps some project of the researchers? She leans in to inspect,
It chimes at her in a flash of green noise, and despite herself, she startles. Instinct draws her back sharply and suddenly into Myr's path.
It's not tackling the blind, but it sure is close.
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Wren stands stock-still in place, staring at the glyph with an expression of utter puzzlement — really, it's a lucky thing Myr can't see it, it's pretty stupid.
She'd thought to be imagining them at first, these little marks so easy to miss among all the rest, but they'd been placed far too methodically for that. An unfamiliar make: Perhaps some project of the researchers? She leans in to inspect,
It chimes at her in a flash of green noise, and despite herself, she startles. Instinct draws her back sharply and suddenly into Myr's path.
It's not tackling the blind, but it sure is close.