Sawtooth Spire decisions

When the owl took off, Amsu watched it carefully. It circled ‘round and then landed again and turned its head to look at him. He took a step towards it. “Do you want me to follow?” he asked curiously, tail wagging again. It took off again, this time going west. Its body remained relatively low and it was flying slowly. It was still faster than him, but Amsu was careful to keep up, watching its flight in the sky and making sure he was going in the same direction. A voice in the back of his mind told him he was insane for thinking that a bird would lead him to his new home—most of his religion was symbolic and not literal, anyways—but that was okay. He had intended on going this way regardless. It just so happened that he and the bird were going the same direction. Smiling, he followed along.

[Exit.]