Rance was still deciding on a new destination when he heard the strange beckoning. It tugged at his mind, at the raven inside of him, ruffling feathers that weren’t actually present. It was a sensation unlike any other in his experience and it made his skin crawl with the strangeness of it.
With Maea’s help, he’d begun to feel less like a baby bird fallen from its nest and more like a fledgling who had wandered off from its flock. He was still lost in a general sense, there was no doubt about that, but he’d finally started forming goals. He had begun writing in his journal again, scratching notes in small, precise letters about landmarks, creatures, plants, expanding his knowledge with each paragraph of observation. He had begun to find some kind of footing.
And then shit like that pull happened and through him off kilter all over again.
Growling with irritation when it became apparent he couldn’t resist the call, he stomped through what he recognized as a portal — and onto a sunlit beach crowded with people. For several heartbeats, he didn’t move, uncertainty stilling him. When it became apparent that everyone was focused on the creature(?)that had drawn them all there, he cursed under his breath and glanced around for cover. Moving to the tree line, he dropped his pack in the underbrush and promptly changed shape, flying up to the nearest branch. His own hesitancy added to his frustration, but it was necessary. Better not to dive into an armed crowd of strangers until he knew what the fuck was going on.
With Maea’s help, he’d begun to feel less like a baby bird fallen from its nest and more like a fledgling who had wandered off from its flock. He was still lost in a general sense, there was no doubt about that, but he’d finally started forming goals. He had begun writing in his journal again, scratching notes in small, precise letters about landmarks, creatures, plants, expanding his knowledge with each paragraph of observation. He had begun to find some kind of footing.
And then shit like that pull happened and through him off kilter all over again.
Growling with irritation when it became apparent he couldn’t resist the call, he stomped through what he recognized as a portal — and onto a sunlit beach crowded with people. For several heartbeats, he didn’t move, uncertainty stilling him. When it became apparent that everyone was focused on the creature(?)that had drawn them all there, he cursed under his breath and glanced around for cover. Moving to the tree line, he dropped his pack in the underbrush and promptly changed shape, flying up to the nearest branch. His own hesitancy added to his frustration, but it was necessary. Better not to dive into an armed crowd of strangers until he knew what the fuck was going on.
