They wait in complete silence for a moment as the bird stalks past them, Tristran barely even breathing until his blood is pumping in his ears and he thinks the bird has gone off somewhere.
He straightens a little, scrutinizing the space between the leaves, and then once the coast appears to be clear, he sits up and lets out a breath.
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Date: 2007-07-14 11:58 pm (UTC)He straightens a little, scrutinizing the space between the leaves, and then once the coast appears to be clear, he sits up and lets out a breath.