Fourth Weave [Action]
[The clock tower. After what seemed like countless steps, the young Scion has made it up to the top. It would only be the second time he's been up here, but for as desolate as the city already is, he likes the solitude the tall structure provides.
He recalls the distance to the ledge, and he can feel the cool breeze, almost inviting.
His hands finally touch the ledge, still warm from the afternoon sun. In his mind, he draws up the layout of the city from where he stands. He would be facing the front of the clock tower, so that would make the park and forest....]
Hm?
[He extends his Senses, opening his normally sightless eyes to see the things no one else can. A faint frown touches his face.]
...it's gone again.
He recalls the distance to the ledge, and he can feel the cool breeze, almost inviting.
His hands finally touch the ledge, still warm from the afternoon sun. In his mind, he draws up the layout of the city from where he stands. He would be facing the front of the clock tower, so that would make the park and forest....]
Hm?
[He extends his Senses, opening his normally sightless eyes to see the things no one else can. A faint frown touches his face.]
...it's gone again.