a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
It seemed these days that Marcus was truly leaning into his deep, Halovian Olson lines. Ready and willing—if not the first to offer—to help. This was no different. Having gathered and stored celestial-touched mushrooms that he hoped would honor the goddess, the young hybrid was ready to step into his next role in this quest.
Meeting Deimos and the others at the appointed time and place, he came with several things that may help, including a few tools, in a sled (despite knowing Deimos would surely supply them with all they needed). He set the rope of the sled down near where he stood and listened to the Warden give their first instructions.
Taking in resolve, pulling himself up to the tasks ahead, Marcus began inspecting. Shifting to wing and feather, the hybrid rose into the sky and began his survey of the trench.
Marcus arrives with a sled of supplies, and shifts into his eagle shift to start his first round of inspection.
Meeting Deimos and the others at the appointed time and place, he came with several things that may help, including a few tools, in a sled (despite knowing Deimos would surely supply them with all they needed). He set the rope of the sled down near where he stood and listened to the Warden give their first instructions.
Taking in resolve, pulling himself up to the tasks ahead, Marcus began inspecting. Shifting to wing and feather, the hybrid rose into the sky and began his survey of the trench.
Marcus arrives with a sled of supplies, and shifts into his eagle shift to start his first round of inspection.
marcus olson
