Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191213044053/@comment-44642068-20191219222449

Windor had been to bust trying to stay attatched to the tree to focus on everyone's conversations. Now they leaped out of the tree, landing at the feet of Galaxian. Their eyes went to Ishmael's mansion and the flung open doors. ''I am very confused. He would not listen, would not protect his people. If he does not protect, bad things will happen. ''Memories of the first cold winds sprung up in their mind, of his people running only to freeze or starve or leave forever. ''He must guide them. Someone must explain it to him how important his role is. Not me, as I can tell from his aura that he is not fond of me, but someone. Someone must tell him.'' Windor stared at the door as he thought, unmoving and unblinking.