Sunbeam Lair You give cicadas a bad name

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Time passed with a kind of dreamlike swiftness, but it was all the while slow and chugging. Every minute spent quickly transporting a new bundle of herbs to a place of safety was another minute that felt like a year of chaotic blackness. It was curious, said blackness. The locusts in their great clouds felt like that to Noctura, who associated darkness with the night's sky, something very close to his heart. But there was no light or beauty in this dark blanket; merely chaos and fear, and Noctura didn't cower from it but his heart did.

After one hour or one bleak decade, Asterr called for an urgent summoning, and Noctura moved obediently, glancing first for Ezimette and Jolon, who had been working with him. They fled for cover in a cavern that would be handsome if it weren't for the sickening little wings that battered it, and the huge Gamma waited outside for as many wolves as possible before he followed them in and settled his muscled form hard against the wall. He said nothing. And, for what it was worth, he tried to think nothing too. Silence (and each other) was their only escape from what was out there.