Children of the Revolution

Holding his shadows taut and waiting patiently for Wessex to make her initial appraisal of the forest that sprawled below them, Lucas's eyebrows shot up at what she had to say. Were he not a man used to the supernatural (and had this place not proven, already, to be quite odd even in the safest of areas) he might not have believed her. As it was, all he could do was furrow his brow and allow his shadows to retreat, the branches lacing back together around them. "If they are, then I think that may be our cue to get down from here, before this one moves as well," he remarked dryly, already letting his hands and feet guide him back down to the lower boughs. "Do all of them move, I wonder? Or just some? ...That will make mapping this area more difficult than we first anticipated." Perhaps the Voice would be able to help with that too, along with this upgrade Wessex mentioned. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk