As he watches the mist form, irate wrinkles rippling under the plummage on his forehead, Leylek finds that unlike when he had to face Shimura-sama, the samurais body dancing on malign strings held by tainted hands, he is not afraid. It was a storm, more terrible than any he could imagine before, that snatched him away from his people and left him here. And he was not afraid. He called it Fate; and Fate it proved to be, much as he may have had to wait: watching slow, leepy harbours and streets, chasing petty thieves: these were small duties. But they all led to this, a great duty. Hours before, he was to despair in it, but Fate was willing. He will serve it on, then, no matter what. For what is this, if not jut another storm to weather?
A mist is forming! On all sides, save the shore! he calls down to the others, his voice firm and loud as he sails towards the great pine tree, intent on resting on a branch for a moment – but no longer than it takes to transfer a vial from his pack into the pouch on his belt. It is no mere fog! Ready yourselves!
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The bird reports in, puts a potion of CMW somewhere he can easily get to it; and takes flight again, back to the same altitude.
Re: The End of an Era Part 1
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