open 1 (anyone is welcome to play if they want)
Iggy is, well, lonely. And he would like very much to hear his friends again, which is why he's managed to find a rather high spot. He's standing on the railing of a balcony, coat wrapped tightly around him, with his eyes closed and his head cocked to one side as he listens.
The wind. Distant bird calls but none that he knows. The sounds of water and of people talking and going about their lives. If he listens hard enough, he could probably pick out where all the voices he could hear are exactly.
Instead, he's listening for large wings and familiar voices.
"You've been left behind again Icarus. Way to go..."
The wind. Distant bird calls but none that he knows. The sounds of water and of people talking and going about their lives. If he listens hard enough, he could probably pick out where all the voices he could hear are exactly.
Instead, he's listening for large wings and familiar voices.
"You've been left behind again Icarus. Way to go..."