Nothing, for a few minutes, and then . . . a bird?
Yes, that was definitely a small, sparrow-sized bird, circling once, twice around the plume of smoke and then Waver's form. It flapped its wings in place for a few moments, hesitating, then starting to move away--but just as quickly, it lurched back towards him, landing at his feet.
Waver would feel a shift in the air, see a sort of wobbling in the bird's form, and in the next moment, where the bird had been, was a girl, sitting cross-legged on the ground and looking up at him grumpily.
She looked at him and then glanced away, not quite meeting his face, as though eye contact was something she disliked. "I can get you down from there," she offered, finally. "Probably. But it's going to suck."
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Yes, that was definitely a small, sparrow-sized bird, circling once, twice around the plume of smoke and then Waver's form. It flapped its wings in place for a few moments, hesitating, then starting to move away--but just as quickly, it lurched back towards him, landing at his feet.
Waver would feel a shift in the air, see a sort of wobbling in the bird's form, and in the next moment, where the bird had been, was a girl, sitting cross-legged on the ground and looking up at him grumpily.
She looked at him and then glanced away, not quite meeting his face, as though eye contact was something she disliked. "I can get you down from there," she offered, finally. "Probably. But it's going to suck."