Illarion's Omen Iskierka--strange combination of bird and moth that she is--has been in and out of the House of God for much of March. She has left some of her notes lying about the place, heaped on tables or pinned to skeletons or tucked under pillows and couch cushions. Otherwise, she has been largely inert--crouched in Paul or Kaworu's room like a gargoyle, or drifting through the common areas upside-down or right-side-up with no more animation than a balloon.

Sometime in the last week of March that changes. She becomes far more animated, far more interested in the doings of the household, its comings and goings. Much of her time is still spent in ceaseless red-eyed watching, though she'll often whistle a query when someone's doing something particularly interesting: Will they tell her about it? More rarely, she might steal a pen or a button or a toy to relocate somewhere else in the house--or spend her time hanging upside-down from towels and draperies. Further woe betides anyone in the kitchen--Omens don't need to eat, but she'll expect a share of whatever they're fixing, if she happens to be lurking around. At least she sings prettily for her dinner.