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PouchThe air had changed around Crocus. Kaz found his way to the top of a building. The dark of night secluded him from the sight of citizens. It was a far cry from running free in the wilds but it would do.
He sat cross-legged on the building. His hands cupped one in the other and resting in his lap. His eyes were closed and wind flowed around him. It came in like waves lapping the sands of a beach.
The moment is upon you. The test of your fortitude," a deep voice whispered in his mind with the low rumble of a growl. "You are my vessel and it is time you took your place."
In the deep recesses of his mind, he stood before the great white tiger spirit. Their eyes locked on one another with a clear future. Together they stood in the eye of a great storm. The tiger took one step forward, a magic circle appearing at its foot. The great beast strode into the air on pillars of wind. Kaz analyzed the movements, how the circle formed, the direction of the wind. His eyes so squarely focused they took in nothing else.
Back on the rooftop, he opened his eyes. The wind continued to flow around his body, nearly lifting him from his seated position. The presence of the white tiger still prowled around him, nearly translucent.
He stood up, his feet felt lighter like he was already stepping on air. The feeling rushed through the rest of his body. A gust of wind pushed at his back, urging him to move. A smile crept upon his face when the wind whipped across his indigo bangs. "I see now," he whispered into the squall. His mind fully grasping this new change.
He stepped his foot down and a violent gust of wind blew out. The pressure tore streaks into the rooftop. He was sent soaring into the sky with immense speed. "Let's see if I ever have to touch the ground," he said as a challenge to himself, before kicking off once more and hurling outward. He sailed along the currents of the wind with jet streams of air behind him.
WC 360/1200
He sat cross-legged on the building. His hands cupped one in the other and resting in his lap. His eyes were closed and wind flowed around him. It came in like waves lapping the sands of a beach.
The moment is upon you. The test of your fortitude," a deep voice whispered in his mind with the low rumble of a growl. "You are my vessel and it is time you took your place."
In the deep recesses of his mind, he stood before the great white tiger spirit. Their eyes locked on one another with a clear future. Together they stood in the eye of a great storm. The tiger took one step forward, a magic circle appearing at its foot. The great beast strode into the air on pillars of wind. Kaz analyzed the movements, how the circle formed, the direction of the wind. His eyes so squarely focused they took in nothing else.
Back on the rooftop, he opened his eyes. The wind continued to flow around his body, nearly lifting him from his seated position. The presence of the white tiger still prowled around him, nearly translucent.
He stood up, his feet felt lighter like he was already stepping on air. The feeling rushed through the rest of his body. A gust of wind pushed at his back, urging him to move. A smile crept upon his face when the wind whipped across his indigo bangs. "I see now," he whispered into the squall. His mind fully grasping this new change.
He stepped his foot down and a violent gust of wind blew out. The pressure tore streaks into the rooftop. He was sent soaring into the sky with immense speed. "Let's see if I ever have to touch the ground," he said as a challenge to himself, before kicking off once more and hurling outward. He sailed along the currents of the wind with jet streams of air behind him.
WC 360/1200
