VII | Dravidian Before
Although they hadn’t yet gained the top of the stairs, Dravidian could already see the feeding frenzy taking place outside the narrow door: the chaotic vortex of color as the little elfemales—who had come, as always, in response to the recorded mating call—flocked to avoid the hungry black shapes that darted in and out amongst them.
“Hurry, Dravidian, or we’ll miss the feeding of the ravens entirely,” said Pepperlung.
They burst out onto the foredeck of the dragger and took the scene in as it swirled around them, Pepperlung laughing and spinning in time while Dravidian stood calmly and observed the maelstrom. These ignudi were slightly smaller than those he’d seen baited elsewhere in the world, the spread of their delicate wings measuring no more than two hand len
