Rance hadn’t seen the floating ragged figure when he’d arrived, too distracted by the crowd and the dozens of strange lights, the temple as a whole and the beach around him. It wasn’t until the figure disappeared that Rance noticed it for its absence, a sudden increase in the lights where it had been.
The child’s laughter on the wind had his eyes widening with the now familiar feelings of surprise. Even as that faded, confusion hit anew. People were…. Reacting to the creepy voice? Were smiling and laughing as they entered the temple? Did that mean the owner of the voice was… benign? Rance was much too aware of how spirits and fae might trick others with the guise of a game, only to trap them somewhere forever for they’re own amusement. He’d heard and recorded more than enough tales of folly to have any desire to become one of them.
But still… he was curious.
Reluctantly and wary of a trap, but still prickling with the desire to know, he swiftly changed into bird form and took wing. The coastal breezes meant he couldn’t fly straight to his goal, but the lights and his own dark feathers would hopefully disguise where his spiral flight landed him: on the roof of the cathedral itself. Claws clacking on the surface, he looked down on the massing crowd, watching them all search with interest.
And, maybe, he would spot the source of the laughter….
Rance turns into a raven and flies to the cathedrals roof to watch the chaos.
The child’s laughter on the wind had his eyes widening with the now familiar feelings of surprise. Even as that faded, confusion hit anew. People were…. Reacting to the creepy voice? Were smiling and laughing as they entered the temple? Did that mean the owner of the voice was… benign? Rance was much too aware of how spirits and fae might trick others with the guise of a game, only to trap them somewhere forever for they’re own amusement. He’d heard and recorded more than enough tales of folly to have any desire to become one of them.
But still… he was curious.
Reluctantly and wary of a trap, but still prickling with the desire to know, he swiftly changed into bird form and took wing. The coastal breezes meant he couldn’t fly straight to his goal, but the lights and his own dark feathers would hopefully disguise where his spiral flight landed him: on the roof of the cathedral itself. Claws clacking on the surface, he looked down on the massing crowd, watching them all search with interest.
And, maybe, he would spot the source of the laughter….
Rance turns into a raven and flies to the cathedrals roof to watch the chaos.
