She did not have to wait long at all for that inevitable Gathering, for the twin-faced Man prioritized haste above all.
It began when Arlnamis heard the boughs creaking overhead, as if the very trees were being ripped apart at the seams. Looking outside, she noticed a
narrow path being parted, straight through the Wood. Quick as an arrow, it shot toward her, until, finally, the trees in the foreground of her vision
gave way to the apparition of a figure that might have been a man or a woman, depending on which of its faces one chose to primarily look at.
She hastened to the door, unhitched the lock, and peered hesitantly at her guest.
"I am he of the Wind," the upper-most face declared, "Queen of Byrrds, I have come to offer you my assistance," and with that, he prostrated himself
If it is True that you are the Other that They sent, then surely there is no need for you to bow, good sir.
He acquiesced, composing himself on his feet, once more. The face in his hands, the woman, opened her eyes in that instant, and smiled warmly up at
Arlnamis, "You are a most-gracious host, my Lady."
She spoke with a voice that was so sweet and clear that Arlnamis could not help but to soften. The Queen of Byrrds gestured at the door, which parted
itself fully, and then gestured at her guests to enter, if they so pleased.
The two (or three) of them, now alone in the space, sat quietly as if unsure of what to say, next. Finally, He spoke: "Is it True that the denizens
disillusion themselves? That they refuse to accept Reality? If that is true, then I must call for my fellows, in order to do what must be done,
"Well, it is quite plain, you see: We must slaughter them if they refuse to play their roles. Insubordination cannot be deemed in any way acceptable.
We have Tradition to uphold, here."
Arlnamis' plumage stood up on end, incensed. How dare you,
her mind spat back at them. Go. Now. Before I change my mind and slaughter
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