The birds of expedience

The moment Rai looks back at her palm to feed the birds they are gone, vanished without a single trace or sound. Cebra was perplexed as he'd ever been now. "Bird? Uh I don't know how to tell you this but... Are they invisible to me?" Cebra kneels down to look closer but still can't see anything, just a girl with her open palms. "Um yeah everything is going to be alright with the folks over there, how are you feeling?" Concerned now with the sighting of these birds by Rai, even more she could see there physical form. Cebra didn't know what to make of this, he wanted to believe her and weird things do happen. The ambulance and authorities had arrived and were tending to the accident as well as getting statements.

Later that day...

Easter celebrations are in full swing now, the smell of barbecue in the air as the skies actually calm to a dim gray. A father tends to the grill as his children and some of the neighbors pass in and out of the one story house, the nippy air was enough for the kids to have their jackets on. Mom entertains the adult guests while the young ones run around here and there screaming and paying little attention to where they're going or what they might be bumping into. The propane tank shakes as one of the kids bumps it and gets a shout of frustration from the middle aged father on the grill.

There was a moment of confused silence that fell across the Reaver as the gears of her mind turned just a tad slower than that of the average human. Her tail lashes as she tries to make sense of the fact that she could see them and it seemed Cebra could not and the fact that they were gone in an instant. “I wouldn’t think you could. They appear how souls do. But they seem to have disappeared.” She looks around as very few things could actively hide from a Reaver’s vision, but to no avail.

Rai moves to stand before her knees lock up and refuse to budge, electrical currents that would have run down her spine to command her body, seeming to get caught in what was left of her ragged nerves. She ends up falling back on her rear, cringing at the impact on her back. She sucks in a breath, forcing herself to try again and actually managing to get to her feet this time as she dusts off her dress.

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The festivities continued but the thought of the birds still haunted the back of Rais mind. Very few things set off her vision but didn’t register as a demon, she’d only ever encountered it once or twice, but it was always through extreme consecration or the split moment after the death of some poor creature did she get to see a disembodied soul before it was whisked away to paradise- or at least that’s where she assumed they went. The crowds did a bit to shake the poor girl’s growing nerves and she found herself squeezing in close to Cebra at the disgruntled shouting of a man.

However a hotdog stand soon catches her attention. Although she could not read the signage, it was shaped oddly, with lots of spikes and a spinning piece that looked like a hot dog to get the attention of the patrons. They were advertising the “Onion-dog”, which was simply a chili dog with an absolutely obscene amount of onions. So much so the smell of onions wafts ten feet from the booth.

Rai suddenly squirts and shakes her head. “What is that and why can I smell it with my eyes?” She huffs trying to wipe the involuntary tears from her eyes. Usually she had no reaction to chemicals or poisons… but onions made her eyes well with tears.