Samantha McManus wrote:...this again. Deeper than I meant to go.
Well, nothing for it. This shouldn't have a spark. Have to send it on.
She sends the flock out, trying to find a good angle to grasp it.
There's a lot to this creature's metaphysical power, but then there are suddenly countless ravens among it, pecking, probing, circling. But this one is built stronger somehow. The stone creature had been comparatively easily severed; this one clings to some kind of purpose, has a drive anchoring it that feels almost like an intentional foil to what she's trying to do. This thing might not be sentient or intelligent, but it's existence was no mere accident. It was forced into existence by someone or something lashing this spark to their world intentionally.
And then she suddenly feels a shudder pass through the school of fish as they begin to get plucked up by her ravens, the rest shying away from the rustle of feathers and clicking of beaks. The intensity of the Spark wanes, the flock corralling it back into the deepest recesses of the void, not gone but resting again. And it leaves Sam floating in the vast emptiness, the path behind her gone...