Crow's flight

Eleventh feather - Grim realisation

(On the roof of a rushing carriage travelling through the forest, three feathers of different colours were blown away by the breeze, unaware of the others around them.)

Sarathilde was irritated and about to lose all her patience. She tried to contact Dana for what seemed to be a damned eternity. The blonde was in Westnorth library in her wheelchair, with a frustrated face, holding a little cute doll who was wearing a white and black dress. Actually, it looked as if she had it grabbed on her hands, but it was because she put it there using the ghostly threads to make that impression since she wasn't able to move anything below her neck.

She was glad at least to be in the company of her beloved stuffed toys, sometimes, even better than being with people. After all, she had to be strapped on a wheelchair for the rest of her life, so in her eyes only dolls were able to share that immobile and fragile compassion.

The one on her lap started to chime while its eyes glowed in a spectral tone.

"Miss Bolont, we have a problem."

She heard the echoing voice of Theilo, fading in the last words. She was annoyed, of course, it wasn't the white-haired.

"Well, what is it?"

"First of all, there is something else in the forest, killing witches merciless. Me, Mister Dikalo's... bones, and Miss Dunwooth are on the carriage, and Mister Cheifsten is still on the loose... what do we know about our other agent?"

"She isn't answering. I can clearly reach the dolls but nothing happens. I cannot move them either because of the distance and a distorted static interference... nothing can be done unless she uses the contacts you gave her."

No one talked for a brief moment, she thought probably he was trying to figure out a plan. Some of her stuffed toys were bringing papers and all sorts of stuff to the table. She was peeking at different names of special individuals to call in case assistance would be needed.

"R-reach the dolls?"

"Huh? She is stable now?"

"Yes... Miss Dunwooth, let me explain. We know it can only be activated by someone with spiritual senses. So nobody except our agent should be able to talk to us using Miss Bolont's ghostly threads."

"What about the contact lenses? Did you see something?"

"It won't work unless I take them."

"W-what?"

"It's another ovingudense device. It allows us to see through them what our agent saw. If it is placed on one of the dolls, Miss Bolont will be able to peek through it, since her soul is directly linked to them. Using the threads I mentioned before."

"That sounds so incredible, I'm sure she... I'm sure... Dana would love it."

"Nice, she is crying again, well done Theilo. And by the way, didn't you say you had problems? Why are we chatting so calmly?"

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, Sarathilde's eyes clouded and after a few seconds, she found herself in the carriage. All around was becoming more clear, like looking through a mirror that was gradually turning less blurry.

"I used another pair of contact lenses," continued him. "Look at this, Miss Bolont."

He handed her dried damaged effigies, which had a dim ghostly aura.

"What the bloody hell is this? S-sorry," she said after he gazed at her with a serious face, like when an adult looks at a kid when he swears.

"Those are the spirit catchers our agent told us about. However, someone did something they shouldn't do to them."