[ Cupping his hands around the mice he concentrates and whispers in Asgardian Norse, a spell that once went unspoken when Sylvie Lushton was created but now requires a little more effort as Loki warps reality to lace old bones with new life; blossoms fuse to spines, loaning each one the energy that lingers in the off-cut of the tree, and tiny empty eye-sockets glow green. As long as the wings stay attached, the little creatures can survive ... after a sort.
It's an un-life, not the best but better than collapsing back into the dirt. And now they get to flutter around, too. ]
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[ Cupping his hands around the mice he concentrates and whispers in Asgardian Norse, a spell that once went unspoken when Sylvie Lushton was created but now requires a little more effort as Loki warps reality to lace old bones with new life; blossoms fuse to spines, loaning each one the energy that lingers in the off-cut of the tree, and tiny empty eye-sockets glow green. As long as the wings stay attached, the little creatures can survive ... after a sort.
It's an un-life, not the best but better than collapsing back into the dirt. And now they get to flutter around, too. ]
... That's cuter than I thought it would be.