Blackfoot Forest Fear I the heart, courage in the eyes.

power playing my character Aryn
@Ferdie Von Pelt @Jace

Nightingale ran almost as fast as the owl flew. The leaves the ground sprayed upward in an arc of rotted brown and blacks. Her heart pumped as she and the owl came to a halt, she on the ground and the owl on the branch.

"Give me a minute," the owl said, "I'm not used to flying out this late in the day."

But Nightingale didn't want to wait. Frantically running around the base of Aryn's tree, she barked out, Ferdie? Jace? Jace! Ferdie!