He did notice the flash of light, having had a restless night. Everything seemed fine, though. Héctor was... well, not okay, but at least not cursed. Still dead. Another month and nothing to show. Doesn't affect his daily routine, of course. A hawk has to eat. Hunting goes alright, he has a full belly for the day and a little extra time to spare. And... a strange urge to talk. Talk and talk and talk, setting free every thought in his head.
So he lands next to the first familiar face he sees. And talk he shall. < Kind of strange that Daybreak is still one of the best things to happen to me, despite everything. >
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Later on in the afternoon, during one of his afternoon classes, Tobias can take no more. The pressure inside of all the things he doesn't say. The four walls, the ceiling, the feeling there's no air to breathe. The thoughts of cages and squeezing pressure. Many, many worries, about friend's lives, his own, the fate of the world--you know, the usual. It isn't the first time. It won't be the past. Usually he can power through these moments by focusing on tapping notes into his phone with his beak and tongue... not today.
Not all honesty has to be spoken out loud. He spreads his wings without warning in the middle of the lecture, scoops up his phone and glides to the classroom's window, opening it with a bit of handy magic, swooping into the sky. Very rude for the quiet bird who rarely even speaks up, isn't it? Maybe someone should track him down later...
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He did notice the flash of light, having had a restless night. Everything seemed fine, though. Héctor was... well, not okay, but at least not cursed. Still dead. Another month and nothing to show. Doesn't affect his daily routine, of course. A hawk has to eat. Hunting goes alright, he has a full belly for the day and a little extra time to spare. And... a strange urge to talk. Talk and talk and talk, setting free every thought in his head.
So he lands next to the first familiar face he sees. And talk he shall. < Kind of strange that Daybreak is still one of the best things to happen to me, despite everything. >
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Later on in the afternoon, during one of his afternoon classes, Tobias can take no more. The pressure inside of all the things he doesn't say. The four walls, the ceiling, the feeling there's no air to breathe. The thoughts of cages and squeezing pressure. Many, many worries, about friend's lives, his own, the fate of the world--you know, the usual. It isn't the first time. It won't be the past. Usually he can power through these moments by focusing on tapping notes into his phone with his beak and tongue... not today.
Not all honesty has to be spoken out loud. He spreads his wings without warning in the middle of the lecture, scoops up his phone and glides to the classroom's window, opening it with a bit of handy magic, swooping into the sky. Very rude for the quiet bird who rarely even speaks up, isn't it? Maybe someone should track him down later...