» Lost & Found

WAKER

And that was that. You were all, gracelessly, dismissed. You had been called, you had been informed, and now, you were being discarded—or something along those lines. A frown crinkles your forehead, deepens the lines around your eyes. Carefully, you label Kisamoa as confused and watch him retreat. It was like he had no idea what to do with you lot.

There's a lot of half-formed thoughts going about in your head, but Taivas's sudden departure eclipses your attention for a moment. "Bye!" you fling after her, only afterwards realizing that she was gone, yet again, and you still had no idea how to find her in this massive world.

And what's worse—something finally clicks into place in your healer's brain. "Wait!" you cry, to no one in particular, for the meeting is dispersing, and Kisamoa isn't coming back. He's gone, like he was never here at all, only the charred prints and faintly sulfur-scented blood confirming that he had been real. "But what are we saving this land from? What is it dying of?"

You cast about, looking for answers, not sure anyone is still left to offer them, much less know.

[ Waker stands about being a derp looking for answers. ]