The thin white fluid turned silver in the sunlight, and with etheric sight it was seen to expire a dancing effervescent energy, which had been hoped for.
Once drawn, it was placed into thimble-sized containers and then over given to the starlings that arrived every day to collect it. Fastened around their iridescent necks, the birds then made their way to the volcanic edge of Hades, where the Gate Keeper stood waiting to receive them.
No one had seen the child but they had been told he was still very much alive.
Puck could feel the purpose of it. He could feel success riding the wind towards them.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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