[❇]—; "Well it's a little bit dangerous my friend. You'll need a mindset change for this you cannot get away with playing safe for this. You wanna get home? Put is all on the line and put your whole brain it it."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 - 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐒. A spirit born anew amongst the ash. With a roll of his shoulders, he shook away his DOUBTS. 〝 Alright, alright.. 〞 Orange eyes turned to the chief, his head lowering to meet him. 〝 I'm in, young friend, tell me what's your PLAN? 〞
"Hold your hands to your chest. And tell me what you find. Out of you, a sparrow comes. And sees without its eyes. Don't forget who you are even though you are hurt. You are caught in a wire and soon it will burst. You can cry."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. It was a sentiment the night dragon had not experienced, growing up under Kestrel's talons. Then the SANDWING WAR, then the volcano, there was never a moment for Starflight to sit and MOURN. To mourn the loss of innocence, mourn the dead, mourn the loss of sight.
A scroll, battered and worn, was held gently in his talons. He had planned on making a copy of it, an effort to PRESERVE the scroll for ages to come. Now, he wasn’t quite sure if he would ever be able to make that a reality. 〝 How did you do it? 〞 The dragonet asked, his voice laced with hesitancy, 〝 ADJUST i mean... 〞