Book I Chapter 1 : The Evanescent
Carl Christoph Museum of Science and History
Gier, South Dreamsong
Pigeons setted along the rooftops and gargoyles, cooing and clicking contentedly as they preened and socialized under a brilliant azure sky, Valenth'stwin suns illuminating and warming the crisp November afternoon.
Elliot Christoph gazed longingly out of her office window as she sorted paperwork, tucking an unopened check away into her desk for later.
Once these files were taken care of, she could have her lunch break and enjoy the day for a few minutes as she went to deposit it; even with the sponsorship of the Dremish government, the Museum was always eager to accept donations from private benefactors to help fund their research and expeditions.
Especially when the donations were so substantial.
As Elliot returned to her work of signing documents and setting them aside, a soft whoomph and a large shadow flitting past the window caught her eye.
Raising an eyebrow, she paused to glance out again for just a moment-- watching several humanoid figures with shimmering white wings swoop fluidly past as the pigeons scattered in terror.
"What in the..."
The strange creatures settled upon the building just across the street, folding their wings and gesturing to one another at length; each was sleek and well-muscled, with long, twitching tails and odd masks hiding their faces from view.
Watching quietly, Elliot pressed a hand to her mouth as one of the winged people reached a hand out into midair, wringing and tugging as though it had grasped a piece of the sky; a thin trail of magenta ichor dripped down into the street below from its claws.
Miraplasm.
Elliot groped blindly for her telephone, her eyes glued to the window as several more of the creatures arrived, surveying their fellow's work before the flock spread their wings in unison and scattered in all directions, leaving behind a tiny pink gash that seemed to float in the air, a figment of the imagination.
"Hello? Yes, it's Elliot Christoph, how do you do.
At the risk of sounding cryptic... have you been watching the sky today?"
Sticky strands of miraplasm dribbled slowly out of the aetherhole as tiny, crystalline white feathers drifted in lazy circles towards the pavement below.
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