[She cocks her head at him, antennae high, break gaped enough for a soft and squeaking breath of noise. I understand, he says, and I promise, and while the conditional slips her understanding, she knows the meaning of wake up.
She takes her eyes from him at last, head turned toward the back of the bunker, toward a gaping darkness there. Red eyes flick back once toward his pinched face before she's launched again, winging in the direction of that patch of blackness.
It sings when regarded straight-on, a low undulating note that speaks of something vast and breathing. Iskierka alights in its penumbra, looks back, and trills an invitation: come?]
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She takes her eyes from him at last, head turned toward the back of the bunker, toward a gaping darkness there. Red eyes flick back once toward his pinched face before she's launched again, winging in the direction of that patch of blackness.
It sings when regarded straight-on, a low undulating note that speaks of something vast and breathing. Iskierka alights in its penumbra, looks back, and trills an invitation: come?]