“Collaboration? Yeah I know about it, but healing? Not uh, not exactly my line of work.” Altair scratched his head, his anxiety palpable. And at the pace Lizair was going...
Shit, he’s doing this now.
“Shit, we’re doing this now?” he exclaimed, rushing to remove the deep charcoal colored gloves from his hands, the backs of which were marked with thick symbols the color of blood. Hastily putting them in his pockets while trying to make sense of the Oracle’s directions, Altair felt more inept and unprepared than he’d ever felt before—and some of those times had been with his pants down taking a leak.
“Okay, no pressure,” he mumbled to himself. Raising his arms straight ahead of himself, Altair focused his energy through Lizair, searching for the lingering traces of Jackroth and his fire that were supposedly within Giri.
Shit, he’s doing this now.
“Shit, we’re doing this now?” he exclaimed, rushing to remove the deep charcoal colored gloves from his hands, the backs of which were marked with thick symbols the color of blood. Hastily putting them in his pockets while trying to make sense of the Oracle’s directions, Altair felt more inept and unprepared than he’d ever felt before—and some of those times had been with his pants down taking a leak.
“Okay, no pressure,” he mumbled to himself. Raising his arms straight ahead of himself, Altair focused his energy through Lizair, searching for the lingering traces of Jackroth and his fire that were supposedly within Giri.
