The island is sinking back into the strange depths it came from, the relic has been claimed, and there is nothing left here for the pegasus. Nothing but a story that makes his heart too sad to weave into song. It is too easy to turn away from it, to turn North where home from here is just an emerald green speck.
As he flies his large black wings beat in tune to the wailing of the drowning island. The sound is violet-grey and clammy-fisted. He cannot wait to be back to his simple, carefree life, away from this terrible, wild unknown. Back to his god and his songs and his books, and all the other people and things which never hurt anyone, or at least never wanted to.
STAFF EDIT***
@Mateo has rolled a 4! They have been awarded +3 exp.
