zephyr
And then there were four.
You show up a little bit late, chomping on an apple as though this was the most casual thing in the world and not the dumbest fucking idea you've ever heard. There's a reason nobody goes into the jungle, as you pointed out to Vai countless times, but she just sent you along with a kiss on the cheek and very firm instructions to bring the children back alive.
Zephyr Kawaianu, babysitter. That's what you've become.
You can hear the girl talking up ahead (Nightengale, some had called her, and based on her chipper and chattery voice you can understand). Following the sound of the voice, you quickly find the assembled group of infamous heroes and demigods. Babysit the children, indeed.
Bowing playfully to your esteemed governor, you look around the crowd with a raised brow. "Jungle ain't gon' explore itself," you point out, as though you weren't the one holding up this expedition, amusement crinkling the edges of your eyes.
Zeph wears:
Type: Dark
Panther Claws | Gloves tipped with the formidable claws of a sea panther. They will make a fine weapon.
And brings his bag of holding, with the following inside:
Bag of Holding | A bag that can hold an infinite number of items, so long as they fit within the bag's 3ft x 3ft opening. The bag always feels nearly weightless, but always looks about 75% full.
Carpet | Can fly with 2 human-sized creatures on it. Can only reach a maximum height of 20ft
3 throwing knives, water, food rations, rope, 2 potential molotov cocktails, a net, bandages, a compass, flint and steel in its own smol bag, 4 torches, and a bottle of whiskey, a change of clothes, other odds and ends.
You show up a little bit late, chomping on an apple as though this was the most casual thing in the world and not the dumbest fucking idea you've ever heard. There's a reason nobody goes into the jungle, as you pointed out to Vai countless times, but she just sent you along with a kiss on the cheek and very firm instructions to bring the children back alive.
Zephyr Kawaianu, babysitter. That's what you've become.
You can hear the girl talking up ahead (Nightengale, some had called her, and based on her chipper and chattery voice you can understand). Following the sound of the voice, you quickly find the assembled group of infamous heroes and demigods. Babysit the children, indeed.
Bowing playfully to your esteemed governor, you look around the crowd with a raised brow. "Jungle ain't gon' explore itself," you point out, as though you weren't the one holding up this expedition, amusement crinkling the edges of your eyes.
Zeph wears:
Type: Dark
Panther Claws | Gloves tipped with the formidable claws of a sea panther. They will make a fine weapon.
And brings his bag of holding, with the following inside:
Bag of Holding | A bag that can hold an infinite number of items, so long as they fit within the bag's 3ft x 3ft opening. The bag always feels nearly weightless, but always looks about 75% full.
Carpet | Can fly with 2 human-sized creatures on it. Can only reach a maximum height of 20ft
3 throwing knives, water, food rations, rope, 2 potential molotov cocktails, a net, bandages, a compass, flint and steel in its own smol bag, 4 torches, and a bottle of whiskey, a change of clothes, other odds and ends.
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
