Crow of Twenty Two: [Action]
[ Cooro doesn't seem very concerned with the mess of things going on right now. He knows he'd be in the way if he tried to help. So, he's making his way to the forest. To Moro's cave. If Martel's gone, he supposes it might be better if he goes there.
He has his +Anima and he has his hand axe. He knows he'll be okay. That's why they're there.
He doesn't look particularly like himself. He's not smiling or singing. He's not laughing or chasing butterflies. He's just walking, through the village and through the forest, making a b-line for the place he knows he'll feel comfortable in. With no home, now, and no mother, he doesn't feel right being settled, anymore.
He knows it's dangerous, but he's been through plenty of danger before. Feel free to try and tell him he should go somewhere secure, though. ]
He has his +Anima and he has his hand axe. He knows he'll be okay. That's why they're there.
He doesn't look particularly like himself. He's not smiling or singing. He's not laughing or chasing butterflies. He's just walking, through the village and through the forest, making a b-line for the place he knows he'll feel comfortable in. With no home, now, and no mother, he doesn't feel right being settled, anymore.
He knows it's dangerous, but he's been through plenty of danger before. Feel free to try and tell him he should go somewhere secure, though. ]