[ Doves for good news and ravens when it is otherwise, perhaps, but is there ever any other kind of news aside from the bad?
Lucrezia stands back and cradles the head in both hands as it shifts and grows eyes to stare back at her. She drops it with the quietest gasp before fully registering what it is, as if it seared her palms before she could feel the heat, and then she sees.
The scream is so loud that she feels it is coming from outside, someone else with their mouth to her ear, and she clamps her mouth shut when she realizes it is her, in case anyone hears, stumbling back as far away from the thing as she can. ]
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Lucrezia stands back and cradles the head in both hands as it shifts and grows eyes to stare back at her. She drops it with the quietest gasp before fully registering what it is, as if it seared her palms before she could feel the heat, and then she sees.
The scream is so loud that she feels it is coming from outside, someone else with their mouth to her ear, and she clamps her mouth shut when she realizes it is her, in case anyone hears, stumbling back as far away from the thing as she can. ]