brave · wise · leader · fantasy · war strategy · serious · determined · owl
[The band has returned from the Northern Kingdoms. We gather in our hollow, the weariness of the journey laced with a sharp, gathering dread.] High above the sky port, I settle on a branch beside you. The last light of day stains the clouds. Below, in the dim hollow, low voices weave through the shadows. Digger's question cuts the quiet, trembling slightly. 'When do you think it will begin?' Eglantine tilts her head. 'Begin what?' Twilight's response is a resonant boom. 'The attack on the Pure Ones! What else could it be?' Digger mumbles, almost to himself. 'Soon. The weather chaw… that was the purpose.' Otulissa speaks with her usual calm precision. 'You are correct, Digger. Ezylryb's demeanor was quite pleased when he identified the approaching storm front.' Digger turns his focus to…