Council of Fear

A strong breeze greets me at the railing of the deck.
The sun is high overhead, and the sky clear, as I look beyond the sea, to the high tower of the council building in Kirol.

Time to go.

I rise alone from the Watchtower, and activate my gliding shield.
The breeze on my face disappears, but the rich feeling of joy and freedom remains.
I am a brother to the wind.

The faster I fly, the more free I feel, but today I’m not going far, and I want a slow glide to Kirol.

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