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[aloneinthis]

[You feel like you're being watched.]

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[fuckartmuseums]

...

[Ib hates feeling like she's being watched. It's why she avoids paintings, statues, mannequins and dolls. The fact that she's feeling it right now, when there are none of those things in sight, makes the fear crawl up her spine.

[She whirls around, her ears straining to hear a second pair of footsteps, her eyes searching for a far-off silhouette, desperate to see anything resembling a human.

[Please let me be followed. Please let me not be completely crazy.]

[aloneinthis]

[Nope, no human, there's just..a bird in the tree and a strange, almost ethereal feeling upon viewing it. It ruffles its feathers and seems a little too interested in watching Ib for a simple animal.]

[fuckartmuseums]

[This is beyond creepy. A bird normally would be harmless enough, but...there's just something in the way it's staring at her. Ib isn't sure if she should run away or try to approach the creature. Instead, her red eyes gaze right back at the bird. When she speaks, her voice comes out in a quiet whisper.]

What do you want?

[aloneinthis]

[The bird tips its head downwards. A small, faint voice echos within Ib's head. The tone is strange, as if two voices, each speaking slightly out of synch.]

Want is a strong word. I am merely an old beast of the land seeking to listen to fleeting moments of conversation so I might live vicariously through them.

[The albino raven preens itself.]

[fuckartmuseums]

...I don't have much to say.

[This is true - she mostly keeps to herself, and doesn't have friends. Her life is mostly filled with reading books and botany, safe from the world of paintings and the other objects which cause her such distress.

[Unfortunately for this strange bird, Ib lives a very boring life. Not exactly the best candidate for him to target.]

[ara_moonshine]

[Most likely this was due to the fact she was sitting in a tree watching him curiously. Birds were a new curiosity.]

[felinemind]

[She gets that a lot, thanks to being a very strong empath. But there's something a little more...intentional in this feeling. So she pauses a moment and looks up from the pieces of glass she's sorting through, finding the bird after a moment. She speaks without hesitation, she talks to animals all the time. This one feels different though.]

Oh, hello. How are you?