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If the acha listened closely, she would be able to hear a sound like the faint tinkling of bells in the wind, accompanied by a low, rhythmic murmuring that seemed to weave its way in and out through the trunks of the mangroves. If she followed the sound, meandering her way around small, deep pools that seemed to reflect the light of the moon in with a ghostly glow, she would find a small grove, the branches of the trees hanging low and heavy with their burden: small bones, hundreds of them, tied and hung and flung upon the mangroves by string and sinew, weighing them down and clinking together eerily in the wind.

From deeper inside the grove, beyond the outlying circle of bones, continued the low murmuring, its volume rising and falling in an apparently nonsensical pattern. It echoed strangely from the mouth of a tall, slender kimeti who wore a mask resembling a beak, from which his chant came slightly muffled. He was bent over a large boulder, picking at what looked like an owl pellet with the tip of his 'beak', his moon-white eyes searching the debris for some sort of meaning. He would not notice the acha at the border of his grove.

His owlcat, however, would. First Response sat on the edge of the outer ring of the clinking bones, her eyes staring unwaveringly out into the darkness.