[ Ivor sniffs at the thing in his grasp suspiciously, but then his curiosity gets the better of him and he slips from Hekate's arm, going down on one knee to look at the bundle of feathers at eye level. The mixed smell of death and magic does not disturb him, it is the smell of a life upon the Hill, and yet so subtly different... He extends the tip of one finger to tickle the golem's body, ruffling its feathers to watch the way it twitches in response.
His intense frown relaxes, replaced instead with a childlike peacefulness as he toys with the thing's reactions. ]
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His intense frown relaxes, replaced instead with a childlike peacefulness as he toys with the thing's reactions. ]