CIAN
the eye
And so the Fixer was found, along with a rather charming brown monkey. Bruised, knocked out cold, but surely no worse for wear overall, the Eye nods his appreciation to his counterpart. Only a few words are spoken—in Torchline there are always ears listening and eyes watching, this he has learned the hardway—and though Cian would never give up being an Accepted, he can appreciate how much easier it might be to silently communicate with Lena.
Perhaps that is something Seraphina can work out for him.
His compass, and his alone, has the power to transport them all back. There are no ill-effects, though Falke is rushed immediately to the medical wing, and Lena is advised to find herself a cup of tea with plenty of sugar.
Narrowly one disaster is adverted, but with so many from the Order on excursions and adventures, Cian wonders if it isn't time to find a more efficient way to be able to recall them when needed.
~FIN
Perhaps that is something Seraphina can work out for him.
His compass, and his alone, has the power to transport them all back. There are no ill-effects, though Falke is rushed immediately to the medical wing, and Lena is advised to find herself a cup of tea with plenty of sugar.
Narrowly one disaster is adverted, but with so many from the Order on excursions and adventures, Cian wonders if it isn't time to find a more efficient way to be able to recall them when needed.
~FIN
