Re: A Morning in Blackthorn (Chapter 2)
After a bit more digging Alouette levers itself out of its hole like the participant of some combined freakshow and mudwrestling contest, having laid the corpse face down in it. Pausing to put a bit of soil on the corpse's legs it informs August: "Will presently fetch holy water," then sets a long brass hand on the Mayor's arm for attention - very gentle for a metal creature that could probably snap the thin bones there without great effort.
"Self is not mortal, nor flesh: cannot corrupt, become deluded, become seduced by demons. Self hears only the Voice; self is angel."
It tilts its head, willing to move between August and the Mayor if the man won't look at it directly, in case he doesn't notice it. "If man of facial clouds wishes to shoot Alouette, advise waiting until citizens are far from self: have internal fuel/oil supply, internal pressure system, and static control ill functioning at present time - man of facial clouds and other mortals might be harmed by explosion, flammability, riquochet of shot, shrapnel, noxious fumes, disfavour of God."
It pauses.
"Also advise to wait until number of demons active near Town, Texas is determined."