Just as the blonde human was about to comply to Naesala's offer, this new...being...decided to meddle midway through it.
From what he knew just by knowing and sensing the winged man's energy signature (those who use wind magic have that capability), this not modest fellow was definitely not a heron. Most of the heron tribe were dead, as only Reyson, Leanne, and their father Lozriah lived.
Not a human either. Naesala had no idea what he was, yet he wasn't intimidated by the slightest--only a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
"Stand aside," he addressed the white winged creature, his proud stance hardly faltering. "Just for one moment, whoever you may be. This matter of business won't be long..." If only words could get him to have what the gatekeeper held, so much the better. He was in no condition to do much else but just transform--to which would be a waste of time.
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From what he knew just by knowing and sensing the winged man's energy signature (those who use wind magic have that capability), this not modest fellow was definitely not a heron. Most of the heron tribe were dead, as only Reyson, Leanne, and their father Lozriah lived.
Not a human either. Naesala had no idea what he was, yet he wasn't intimidated by the slightest--only a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
"Stand aside," he addressed the white winged creature, his proud stance hardly faltering. "Just for one moment, whoever you may be. This matter of business won't be long..." If only words could get him to have what the gatekeeper held, so much the better. He was in no condition to do much else but just transform--to which would be a waste of time.