Post by yukimura on Jan 3, 2006 20:30:54 GMT -5
Keith traveled alone for once. The birds that usually traveled on the thermals he created did not follow him through this part of the woods. He fingered his axe nervously as he continued on through the area, stopping at certain trees, plucking the healthiest leaves from each, and putting them in his pocket. "These will help." He stopped, tired from all the walking and leaf gathering. slowly, he let a song come out of him, the part of what he called 'Wind Singing'. He floated into the air with a wordless song, almost a hum. "The Hurricane Gale" was complete. He was about to go on, but he heard a snapping sound.