eleven crows (朱) action/voice - forward dated to morning

[yourhatred]

[Itachi is at the edge of the forest today, dressed warmly, with a small bag of birdseed in one hand. There aren't many birds around, given the weather, but there are a couple strays. There's also a couple squirrels, of course, who seem just as determined to get at what he's throwing out. The trees keep the animals mostly protected against the light snowfall, while the ninja has a dusting of flakes in his hair.

He speaks to the journal only after a while.]

...Where do the birds go, I wonder? Once the air chills. Can they get beyond the barrier to places we cannot?

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[deathsdoctor]

Often? No...

The subject doesn't usually come up with the occasional stranger.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Hmn. I suppose not.

Perhaps we're both just in talkative moods today.

[deathsdoctor]

We might.

[Shrug] Or we've just found the right stranger to talk to.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

That's also possible, yes.

Fortunate.