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#and because it wasn't specified what part of Gwessar they were in I put Wrayne and the kids in Niirdal-Poc
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A continent sunders beneath him into fire and ash. The air fills with smoke and heat he just barely manages to evade.
The vast expanse of ocean is Cerrit’s only view for weeks. The skies darken, the waves crash, and the world descends into a cataclysm. Little rest, little food, little water.
None of it matters. Only the three faces in his memory matter now. Only the three faces that await him. Only that promise that keeps him aloft through exhaustion and burning muscles. Only the three voices that call to him through the Sending Stone clutched in his hand. They keep him going. They keep him fighting.
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A brother and sister sit watching the sky. A mother stands guard, ensuring that her children are cared for during their vigil. Ensuring they eat and rest despite their stubbornness. Ensuring they remain in the city, hidden from outside dangers.
She has relayed their location. He will find them. This city cloaked by the Rifenmist will not hide itself from him.
It’s weeks since the sky became choked with ash, weeks since Maya and Kir last looked into their father’s eyes. He did well to mask the truth, his fear, with determination and a tight grasp on a sliver of hope. But his kids had his eyes too.
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A shape appears above the horizon.
Small, alone, wavering on the little strength he had left.
He sees them. He’s made it.
He’s made it.
Three sets of wings fly up to catch him. The former Senior Sightwarden of Avaliir collapses into the arms of his wife and kids. Safe at last.
“Wingspan reporting in,” are his first words before blissful sleep takes him.
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