Buy Me a CoffeeYou find them in odd places, people clustered in groups, armed with note books or 'guides to'. Focusing on what seems like nothing in particular or hovering at railway station on spots near the tarmac at airports. "Spotters", "Twitchers", eager to see or spot something rare. Planes, birds, rare engines. -- She Who Knits
There was a shelter-house at the crossroads. Generally a place for travelers to find relief from the weather. They were expected to restock the firewood and any long-term supplies they were able to, since it was a lonely place on an equally lonely road. In the height of summer, it attracted a particular, peculiar group of people.
They called themselves 'Zervers' if asked, but generally kept to themselves. They brought their own tents so the travelers had full use of the shelter-house.
And, as a traveler passed by, many of them took notes. Some would cluster and compare those notes. It was just one such cluster that attracted the curiosity of Horizon as he approached. They were so interesting in the way they looked at him and made urgent whispering and scribbling in their books... but also seemed very pleased about it. The words, "Fascinating specimen," was usually said with vitriol and Horizon's cue to run. This time, they weren't.
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