"I suppose we could but we'd need to take Collin with us since neither of us really knows the woods. That and it could be dangerous," Starlight agrees, "why don't you ask him while I help clean up?"

"That's alright, Lady Starlight," Collin spoke up, stepping in from the hallway, ears erect. "My apologies for eavesdropping. Sometimes, I just can't help but overhear things." He chuckled lightly. "Although I certainly wouldn't mind going for a ride with you two. Shall I ready the horses?"
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Locke cast Kal one last glance before heading outside as well, tracking down the stormcallers.
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Amory stared down at Misty for a moment. "...I recognize you..." He mumbled, glancing at Bheka. "Why is she here and why were you so excited about it?" Bheka responded with a few vague gestures, to which Amory huffed and took him aside, discussing with him in hand gestures as well. After a minute or so, it appeared Bheka had won whatever silent argument they were having, as Amory glanced back at Misty with a soft sigh.
"...You really want to stay, don't you?"

Misty barks an affirmative, You're not as mean as mother said plus I feel like I belong here. Besides aside from Bheka I have a feeling you don't have many friends. Her green look directly into Armory's eyes, Please let me stay and help. I want no I need to help and even if you drive me off I'll just keep coming back.


(Time skip to when the stormcallers get there?)


Starlight smiles, "You can just call me Starlight we've had this discussion before. Do you want Evermore and I to help you saddle the horses?"

"Of course, my appoligies Starlight. Force of habit," Collin said quickly. "Erm, I can do that myself, although I wouldn't mind assistance."
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(Yeah. Time skip!)
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Amory looked back at Misty for a long moment, as if he were trying to decide whether he believed her or not. He already had Bheka and ninety nine problems. He almost protested, but then he decided he wasn't going to get angry at and forcefully remove a dog just because he didn't fully want the extra company. Dogs were trustworthy, at least.
"...Fine." He sighed. "Fine. You can stay. I won't be offended if you change your mind though." With that, he turned on his heel and stalked off. "I have work to attend to."

Misty quickly trots to keep up with Armory, You won't regret this I promise.


Starlight nods once, "I'll be glad to help, besides it's good to know how in case I ever need too in an emergency."


(Skip)

The forty stormcallers follow Locke to the beach where the water and wind is getting worse.
"Not again. At this rate we'll lose more of Apatos."
"You said something about a guardian last time didn't you? Where is this Guardian then why won't the Guardian help us?"
"All of you calm down and stop relying on that old fairy tale. Come on we control our fates now let's save our homes!"
Selkie smiles slightly when he hears the last stormcaller speak as he battles incoming water.

Colin smiled warmly. "Fair enough. Come along then."
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Amory glanced at Misty, then shrugged a shoulder. "...Alright."
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"Tha' fellow's right, mates," Locke growled. "Guardian 'r no, we've ah job to do, aye?"

The stormcallers do their best to defend against the elements but it's quick to tell the stormcallers are loosing the battle.


Starlight follows Collin out to the stables.


Misty wags her tail happily trotting alongside Armory.

Evermore hurries out behind them holding up the hem of her dress.

Sterling was actually in the stables, cleaning up some of the now empty stalls

"Good morning Sterling," Starlight greets him as she hears him moving in the stables.

"Top of the morning!" Collin greeted Sterling as well as he wandered over to Noble's stall. "And good morning to you, too."

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Amory spared Misty a breif glance, but kept walking. He wasn't truely that busy at the moment, but that recent dream was laying heavy on his mind. He'd turned the cryptic warning around a few times in his mind, weighed his options... He let out a sigh. No closer to deciding on a course of action.

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Locke growled from strain as he attempted to coax the stubborn gale away and calm the raging waves. "Fourty-two o' us, Selkie!" He barked, unsure if Selkie would actually be able to hear him over the storm or not. "But Ah don't think they've got much more in 'em!"

Drayke stood over Locke, golden eyes narrowed against the wind and rain, claws locked into the rocks, and tail lashing agitatedly. Even though he was somewhat sheltered behind the wyvern's wings, Locke was still thuroghly soaked and chilled by rain.

...No. Drayke rumbled. No. I don't think they do.