[The Spirit looks up at the sudden cry of the bird, not accustomed to hearing such a sound. Or seeing the bird. He'd never seen anything quite like that before and for a moment he's rather captivated by it.
At least until a voice calls out to him, startling him a little. He turns to the speaker, shivering against the cold and finding it a little hard to speak himself. Though it isn't just because of the frigid conditions... Eley just isn't used to talking to people in general.]
Ah... I suppose you might be able to. I am not sure where I am or how I even came to be here. I am... lost.
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At least until a voice calls out to him, startling him a little. He turns to the speaker, shivering against the cold and finding it a little hard to speak himself. Though it isn't just because of the frigid conditions... Eley just isn't used to talking to people in general.]
Ah... I suppose you might be able to. I am not sure where I am or how I even came to be here. I am... lost.