Sabes looked up at the sun. But it wasn't there. Clouds obscured the blanket of blue, covering it in a covet grey. Rowal swooped in a clean ark, his dark plumage flowing freely. A feather drifted down. It swooped and rode the wind, in a dizzying dance of faith and hope. It fell. Suddenly. Picking it up in her teeth. It stuck it in its back fur. ERP Ok
