Noe
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Noe's search for bones yielded quick results, and the girl picked one up to wave it gleefully at her brother. "First blood," she crowed at the Dragoon, wiggling the not insignificant bone fragment in his direction before pocketing it in the satchel she'd been given. She gathered up a few more bones from the collection she'd stumbled across, and then continued her search.
She was interrupted, though, by a soft hissing and a flash of white, and when she looked up, there were a pair of cloud wyrms that had appeared in the air around the group - and they seemed to be congregating on poor Everest, who had flattened his dog-form to the ground and begun to army crawl towards Koa, yelping his panic. Noe bit her lip to keep from giggling, for though it was a somewhat comical sight, especially given that cloud wyrms were largely harmless, poor Everest was clearly in distress.
So Noe hurried towards the shepherd, waving her hands gently at the cloud wyrms in an attempt to shoo them away from the aviator.
She was interrupted, though, by a soft hissing and a flash of white, and when she looked up, there were a pair of cloud wyrms that had appeared in the air around the group - and they seemed to be congregating on poor Everest, who had flattened his dog-form to the ground and begun to army crawl towards Koa, yelping his panic. Noe bit her lip to keep from giggling, for though it was a somewhat comical sight, especially given that cloud wyrms were largely harmless, poor Everest was clearly in distress.
So Noe hurried towards the shepherd, waving her hands gently at the cloud wyrms in an attempt to shoo them away from the aviator.
I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails
And the liquor in our cocktails
