[everything is peaceful. the light is dimming, and all he has to do is follow the wind. it leads him true, past copses of naked trees, small groups of deer, the odd bird that braves the winter chill instead of flying south. they don't flee when they see him, for once. it's an odd feeling.
he feels relieved, when he sees the farmhouse. the lights are dark, except for that one welcoming beacon on the porch, and it's because of that light that he doesn't trip on the stairs that look like they should squeak, but don't.]
Jack, we're here.
[he's not sure if you can hear him. but the fact that the swirling grey in the mage-stone he's wearing is darkening, taking on the tone of the sky before a winter storm--he feels like you might.]
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[everything is peaceful. the light is dimming, and all he has to do is follow the wind. it leads him true, past copses of naked trees, small groups of deer, the odd bird that braves the winter chill instead of flying south. they don't flee when they see him, for once. it's an odd feeling.
he feels relieved, when he sees the farmhouse. the lights are dark, except for that one welcoming beacon on the porch, and it's because of that light that he doesn't trip on the stairs that look like they should squeak, but don't.]
Jack, we're here.
[he's not sure if you can hear him. but the fact that the swirling grey in the mage-stone he's wearing is darkening, taking on the tone of the sky before a winter storm--he feels like you might.]