"A friend of yours?" he asks Finian warily, grateful that the door is already closed to minimize the amount of noise that reaches the others sleeping inside the chapel. He looks from the boy to the inebriated bard stumbling down the path ahead of them, then lifts his eyes towards the mountaintop--and grow rather wide.
"Oh," he exclaims, dropping a hand to the young man's shoulder, and points with the other, "look--" The wide wing span is visible only for an instant as the beast begins to disappear into the clouds fogging the peaks.
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"A friend of yours?" he asks Finian warily, grateful that the door is already closed to minimize the amount of noise that reaches the others sleeping inside the chapel. He looks from the boy to the inebriated bard stumbling down the path ahead of them, then lifts his eyes towards the mountaintop--and grow rather wide.
"Oh," he exclaims, dropping a hand to the young man's shoulder, and points with the other, "look--" The wide wing span is visible only for an instant as the beast begins to disappear into the clouds fogging the peaks.