[Sabriel starts singing- no words, just notes accompanied by an unearthly sense of power, that echo and resound in the air longer than natural sound really should- and while beautiful, the sound is isn't something that a human throat can naturally produce.
It's focused on the bird, so Anastasya will feel only a slight tug, the echo of an order to rest, pass on, go- but the bird starts falling apart, bones dropping to the ground as what's still connected shifts and settles like it's about to fall asleep before it drops to the ground.
By the time the Sabriel shuts her mouth and the echoes stop, there's a small pile of bones on the ground between them.]
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It's focused on the bird, so Anastasya will feel only a slight tug, the echo of an order to rest, pass on, go- but the bird starts falling apart, bones dropping to the ground as what's still connected shifts and settles like it's about to fall asleep before it drops to the ground.
By the time the Sabriel shuts her mouth and the echoes stop, there's a small pile of bones on the ground between them.]