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[yourpainismine]

You are dreaming, but it is not your dream. This place is foreign in many ways, but uncomfortably familiar in others. Houses, carts, fences...upturned and shattered across dusty, broken streets. It's a dream, but you can feel the harsh wind tug at your sleeves and disturb the ashes of what were once homes and the strange people therein. You can

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[gerfaucon]

[ The bird of prey swoops down into the wreckage, settling upon a high beam of burnt wood, ruffling its feathers in a shiver of golden movement.

It calls out. ]

[lupinestare]

[the response comes in the arrival of an abnormally large wolf. any sound is good sound, especially when being bombarded by the smells of the dead and decaying. he's not sure if this is one of the speaking raptors, but what's he got to lose?]

What's the word from the skies, friend?

[gerfaucon]

[ At the sound, the bird cranes its head down to see, eyes as black as oil, fluttering its large wings as if to shake that scent of death from pale feathers. ]

The land is twisted for miles out. It is not a friendly place.

[lupinestare]

[if he could frown, he would. instead, a troubled sniff. he does not know of any place in the world that would be 'twisted'.]

Do you know the region well? I cannot smell the limbs of Falara from this place.

[gerfaucon]

[ A disquieted chirp. ]

I do not. And I'm unfamiliar with your Falara. This.. feels much like a dream.

[lupinestare]

I have never dreamed before, so you are much more the expert. How does one wake from a dream?

[gerfaucon]

I dream only of my ancestors and their golden skies. To wake, you must see the present and move beyond the past.

[lupinestare]

[he stands silent a moment, trying to figure out just how to do that.

beat.

nothing happens.]

...Perhaps it takes practice.

[aut_augur]

[Jast calls back. He's terrified, trembling, the sound comforts him.]

[gerfaucon]

[ The bird echoes another call of question, taking off from its perch to seek that voice out. ]

[aut_augur]

[He is easy to find, his emotions are not in his control, the aether around him is whipped into a curious frenzy. He's staring up into the grey sky with navy blue eyes, nearly black, watching for any sign of the creatures he's knows, a sad painful song spilling from his lips.]

[gerfaucon]

[ It lands quickly, great wings stirring up dust and ash from the ground with every heaving flap, talons hooking into a pile of wreckage to level itself. A voice sings in answer: ]

Why do you call out so sad, boy?

[aut_augur]

[He shivers, eyes wet as he follows the bird's descent. He drifts closer, voice warbling.]

Too much death. Too much pain and sorrow. It hurts.

[His hands grip the fabric of his shirt over his heart. It is thundering in his chest. It hurts. He mourns.]

[gerfaucon]

[ It lets out a low, mourning lilt of sound, coaxing the frightened boy closer. It changes shape to suit their meeting, but continues in that trilled language: ]

Don't let yourself be afraid.

[aut_augur]

[He finds contact and sinks against the other, tears rolling down his cheeks, but he is not sobbing, he chirps and whistles clearly.]

I am afraid. No one protected them. They're all gone, humans and beasts and insect, even the grass is scorched.

Who was protecting them...

[gerfaucon]

[ Strong, golden-skinned arms come around the boy in a protective embrace, shielding him from the heavy burden of loss at their side. ]

Don't let it overwhelm you. The grass will grow new, humans and beasts and insect will return.

There will be protectors. They won't let this happen, not again.