on behalf of a friend wrote:
The air crackles with the sound of distant gunfire and there is a faint waft of burnt Koorin through the air.
Two Tryker figures walk through the camp, one slight and green haired and the other fair and voluptuous.
Although the figures are ghostly there is a warmth around them, a glow of battles fought, of homins against all odds, against the kitin, of homins together against adversity, and of friends and mutual respect for each other despite Jena or MaDuk and for the love of Atys.
Through the warmth, a love of times past friends won and events shared and a hope for the future.
Later on the day Drakfot comes walking down the Kami hill near Fairhaven as she has been at the restful place to tend to the little ones. She sees that there are a large crowd of Homins gathered at the stables and that there are many lively discussions ongoing. As she looks at the massive gathering she also notice that there are about an equal amount of tents put up not far away from the stables. It is an special sight indeed she thinks as she see some friends sitting around a camp fire indulged in a discussion about what seems to be serious matters.
As Drakfot have not been near Fairhaven for a few days the news she is told are nothing but dire and saddening. It seems as the Barkologists have found out that there is some sort of illness spreading among the very roots that keeps the life within the living planet. Not really knowing how to react to such news Drakfot takes out a parchment and her pen and starts scribble down something on the parchment.
*looks to Rihannon * You know what to do *grins wickedly*
