[The communicator clatters to the floor and turns on, probably thanks to a miscalculated stretch, and just catches a groan.]
Sky above… What happened? I- The weather vortex, the Caterbird…
[Wait. This isn't the Edgedancer.
There’s the sound of the door being pulled open, and Twig calling out as he goes down the hall, although his voice is softer
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