As Seisyll knelt in the clearing, his focus was momentarily broken by a sudden flutter of movement.
A bird alighted on a low-hanging branch not far from him, its plumage shimmering in hues of iridescent green and silver, with streaks of deep violet on its crest. Its long, sweeping tail feathers moved as if they carried a life of their own, rippling like waves in still air. The creature cocked its head, watching him with bright, intelligent eyes, and let out a soft, melodic trill that seemed to resonate in the air around it.
Seisyll paused, his gaze locked on the bird.
For a moment, he forgot his frustrations and pain, captivated by the delicate strength of the creature. It was beautiful, yes, but also… purposeful. Everything about it seemed precise, deliberate.
