Center of the Town in the Park, Sunday Morning
Very little had happened after the last battle last night, and so Obi-Wan had been loath to ask the last strike team to put themselves in mortal danger. Perhaps the anchoring theory was wrong, and they had done little besides rid the island of two dangerous creatures.
Not a terrible end in and of itself, but... disappointing.
But the morning brought a stark difference. As Obi-Wan stepped outside, he found himself squinting against the rays of a feeble but present sun, hovering low in the sky above a thinner fog.
The island had not changed back. The buildings had not begun to recover, and there was still the shadow of a hollow staggering around in the streets not far away. But there was a sun shining in the sky. "Well," he said, "I suppose this is as good a sign as any."
[[ open! yep, the sun's back. ]]
Not a terrible end in and of itself, but... disappointing.
But the morning brought a stark difference. As Obi-Wan stepped outside, he found himself squinting against the rays of a feeble but present sun, hovering low in the sky above a thinner fog.
The island had not changed back. The buildings had not begun to recover, and there was still the shadow of a hollow staggering around in the streets not far away. But there was a sun shining in the sky. "Well," he said, "I suppose this is as good a sign as any."
[[ open! yep, the sun's back. ]]