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[cold_dry_pieces]

The hawk is gone, and I must admit I'll rather miss it. I suppose this means I have a soul after all? Or rather, that such things exist. I never thought about it much (although I suppose ending up here should have piqued my interest.)
I hope this curse repeats, as they evidently sometimes do... I enjoyed Staja's conversation; after all, being an extension of myself she was superb company. Although, as she pointed out, they're not really gone... just no longer present in quite the same way.

If I listened closely, now, could I hear those feathers rustle? Oh, I knew you, Matkustaja-- wings and talons and sharp eyes. I know what you are, what forged you into that shape. It was strange to have it in plain sight like that... If I'd been the only one affected, I might have suspected I was losing my mind. That you were merely a manifestation of desires too long ignored and denied, here. If only there had been some warning-- it would have been a pleasure to hunt.

|[ooc: strikes = private like whoa ^^;]|