Always shifting this way and that of their own accord, the "magpie's" ears were rarely ever still. This was one of those rare moments. Itazura's eyes and fidgety claws locked on the task of polishing a wing of a clockwork butterfly that lay in pieces in a meticulous arrangement in front of her. By her judgement it was too quiet. "What has been the strangest thing you have seen this past year?"
The clockwork butterfly was a beautiful contraption, although it looked unnaturally large in front of Itazura, who was smaller than even the smallest asuran progeny Otyka had seen. Even so, the butterfly was tame at the nudging and tapping of Ita’s fingers, the disconnected gears softly clicking and whirring as she polished and perfected the device.
Otyka turned the question over in her mind–and thought of little Ita’s aquarium of undead shellfish, her misadventures in the Mystic Forge, and what she had witnessed peering out from under the broad brim of Otyka’s oversized hat as they traveled in Grothmar Valley.
“The strangest thing I saw was in a human city, little magpie, if you can believe it.”
