[The looking glass is moved slowly from one point to another, showing a panorama of an utterly wrecked garden. Most notably the flowers that used to make quite a pretty bed lie in a pile, those not torn to pieces still managing a faint tune.
A second of this, and the mirror is turned around to face the one who is holding it. Mireille looks directly at the surface, her lips forming a very tight line and her eyes dark and unreadable. One might not be able to tell, but she’s rather worried by now.]
Jean Louis - if you see this, would you kindly respond?
[There’s a pause in which she draws a deep breath. Her eyes focus on something out of sight before snapping back sharply. Her voice has changed when she speaks again; it is colder, more formal. Directed at whoever might be paying attention.]
Have anybody heard if this bird claimed any casualties?
[Her gaze is all too detached to be consistent with the question posed.]
(ooc: The aftermath of
the JubJub Bird attack on Childreams~)