[ Jon draws to a stop a few paces ahead, and turns back with a worried little frown. The first sign that something terrible is about to happen is that his expression goes distant and intent, head cocked slightly as though listening to something just out of earshot. The second is that, in the branches of a nearby tree, smoke begins coalescing into the shape of an owl.
It only ever shows up when there will be something worth watching. Jon never seems to notice it, in the same way he'd come to tune out the starting click. ]
Martin, did you... bring a weapon?
[ They leave it unsaid that he's usually the weapon. But he has the dawning, horrible feeling that he may not be much help against this. ]
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It only ever shows up when there will be something worth watching. Jon never seems to notice it, in the same way he'd come to tune out the starting click. ]
Martin, did you... bring a weapon?
[ They leave it unsaid that he's usually the weapon. But he has the dawning, horrible feeling that he may not be much help against this. ]