ORIGIN

enna . ratchet . calypso
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic
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Bevy had been having too many long, tiring days. She retired to her nest, the glowing white lights of the orbs hanging high above, always lighting up her home. Perhaps a bit too much, she thought, nestling down into her nest. She had wanted to do something with her... The spirits in her body. Yet now she simply felt overwhelmed.

No worries, we're not in any hurry, Enna, Ratchie said to her, his voice soft in her head. She paused, blinking, realizing for the first time that he didn't make sense as a they or them. What had caused that change? Were the spirits coming to understand themselves better over time? She had no idea how to process any of that.

So she just sent a sort of mental smile in response, feeling a tingle of irritation down her spine. Calypso. She let out a soft laugh as she got up, deciding that there was definitely too much light pouring into her nest. She knew just how to fix it, maybe. "Wanna go for a flight, Ratchie?" She asked her headmate, spreading her wings.

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A joy filled her senses as she shifted out of control, feeling the familiar confidence of Ratchie's surefire talent. He took off, swooping through the air to where her vines were laid out.

There! She pointed out to him, not that she really needed to. As Bevy landed, Enna found herself jarred back into place with a bright laugh. Flying was something she truly dreaded-- sometimes she thought Ratchie would have been a better bird to head the flock, so to speak, but he didn't agree. Calypso groaned in the back of her head, clearly wishing she could be excused from this whole meeting.

... And unbeknownst to the young bird, something began to grow, nestling into her feathers.

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Enna picked up as many vines as she could and Ratchie took hold again, flying back to the ridges where the nest was. They landed above it, swapping again-- though by now this was making her feel quite dizzy-- and draped the vines over, setting rocks on the ends so that they made a nice little wall. It made her hiding spot stand out among the southern wall, but that was alright. She had a lot of friends who didn't live in Pisces, and it would be easier for them to find her if her nest was marked.

She slipped back inside her den, humming as she fetched out four chunks of rock. They needed another one. "Ratchie, have you seen the little one?" She asked, aloud, out of habit. When she was in charge, she tended to just speak to herself. It made her feel more real, more grounded. An itch got to her, and absently she scratched at her leg with her talons.

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Who cares? Kid was a pain. I hope she's gone.

Well, some of us thought she was sweet, Calypso, Ratchie replied, his thoughts bemused. Enna fretted, quietly, to herself that the little voice hadn't gotten a rock in time and so disappeared from her mind, a lost spirit. She shivered. Don't think like that, I'm sure she'll show up. She's probably just as shy as you were when you were little, Enna.

The bird nodded, looking over the pebbles she had collected. There was the wing shaped one, bright and blue and beautiful. There was a nearly perfect ruby, shaped as if it had been crafted by careful hands except for the one long scratch. There was the shaft of quartz, pure white, that glistened in the orb light. Lastly was a tiny pebble that Enna had scribbled MW and a waterfall into...

There was another gem, but it hardly belonged to her. She kept that safe, hidden away from her own guilt as well as any prying eyes. She shivered, a sense of dread coming over her. Out of worry, she built up her health-- thinking about death always put her on edge.

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Her magic, however, had been practically all tapped from the glorious growth of fungi that she had subconsciously begun to dig into, and instead of healing herself-- no. Instead of becoming immune to disease, she felt a wave of sickness, the itchiness on her talons growing stronger. She stood up, backing away from the rocks in her nest.

What's wrong? Ratchie asked, his voice as calm as he could hold it. The irritation from Calypso seemed to reach its peak and she huffed, mentally fluffing her feathers-- though Enna didn't notice. She looked at her feet and saw the growth of fungi, spreading rapidly up her leathery talons.

What had she done? What was happening? She had never seen anything--.... Death. Death. She had grown death! She had seen Giggle do this before, grow death, she had called it.

Enna... Ratchie's voice was soft as her heart raced, pounding in her chest. She had to get out of here... Maybe Giggle could help. She knew about Death where Bevy only knew of Life.

You're not going to die, okay? Look-- But his rational words were lost as she shoved the vines out of the way and took to the air, diving down to the scraps of bones that Cancer had found a suitable spot for-- far away from the water sources, tucked out of the way. She looked around, grabbed a suitable fish head, a large one. The fish had probably belonged to one of the ones Eeya had brought up. She clutched it so tight she feared she might break it, and began her rapid race to Canis.