09-26-2015, 09:48 AM
He sees them disappearing into the doorway. He is always around, always patrolling. While he does not try to spy upon his own brethren, when you are in the skies more often than the ground, you tend to see a lot of things you should not. So he is there, high in the clouds, when they leave. And he watches them go.
At first he is not concerned. Errant is a magician, and if there is anything that he knows, it is that magicians are odd creatures. So when he brings Lea and takes her through that door, he does not think too much of it. It is only when the days give way into weeks, and the weeks into months, that he truly grows concerned. They had not yet returned. And that is troubling.
And as the time continues to go by, he grows more and more discomforted. They still have not returned. He should have been angry, but the truth is, he is far more disillusioned than anything. He had grown to rather like Errant. To have been proven right at this late date gives him no satisfaction, only sadness.
But the Tundra will go on. It always does.
At first he is not concerned. Errant is a magician, and if there is anything that he knows, it is that magicians are odd creatures. So when he brings Lea and takes her through that door, he does not think too much of it. It is only when the days give way into weeks, and the weeks into months, that he truly grows concerned. They had not yet returned. And that is troubling.
And as the time continues to go by, he grows more and more discomforted. They still have not returned. He should have been angry, but the truth is, he is far more disillusioned than anything. He had grown to rather like Errant. To have been proven right at this late date gives him no satisfaction, only sadness.
But the Tundra will go on. It always does.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane