[The others here are far more suited to these emotive tasks than Illarion is. The shrike waits long enough to witness them fully engaged in calling to their friend, reassuring and pleading with him, before vanishing among the nearby buildings.
Others had been keeping Trench's Hunters distracted, but the bloodthirsty wouldn't be deterred from a rampaging Beast long. One more person on that task would only help. Even so, Luz isn't the only one calling on Pthumerian aid; the shrike half-sings as he runs toward his first target,]
((Hail to you, Moon Presence, Lady of Skies, Sleepers' Advocate--))
[Iskierka remains behind to watch, and broadcast her own reinforcement to the words of others--a tiny thing, a pre-emotion below the level of words or even images. You belong with us; don't be separated.]
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Others had been keeping Trench's Hunters distracted, but the bloodthirsty wouldn't be deterred from a rampaging Beast long. One more person on that task would only help. Even so, Luz isn't the only one calling on Pthumerian aid; the shrike half-sings as he runs toward his first target,]
((Hail to you, Moon Presence, Lady of Skies, Sleepers' Advocate--))
[Iskierka remains behind to watch, and broadcast her own reinforcement to the words of others--a tiny thing, a pre-emotion below the level of words or even images. You belong with us; don't be separated.]