All the love gone bad turned my world to black
He listens, grateful that someone has done their research. There don't seem to be many clouds but he shrugs, Edmund comes up with wily suggestions too. "I have one, yeah." Locke nods, handing his things over to Maeve. Sorry but she's likely the only one to have proper hands here. Luckily, he doesn't have much. Even if the idea of a gore crow wielding a dagger is amusing to him.
He watches Ronin shift with no small measure of jealousy. He must've missed the memo about getting a dragon shift of something. But he follows suit, even if he is much smaller. The sun makes having black feathers uncomfortable but it probably won't be so bad in flight.
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Locke has given Maeve his dagger, canteen of water, and profile items to carry and shifted into a Gore Crow.
He watches Ronin shift with no small measure of jealousy. He must've missed the memo about getting a dragon shift of something. But he follows suit, even if he is much smaller. The sun makes having black feathers uncomfortable but it probably won't be so bad in flight.
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Locke has given Maeve his dagger, canteen of water, and profile items to carry and shifted into a Gore Crow.
LOCKE
