At the base of the Outlanders within the embrace of the Grandfather Tree, preparations are made to set out for a certain location…
The usually boisterous base housing the otherworlders designated by the great sage, Beatrice, had fallen quiet as of late. Besides the brief interactions between the few Outlanders not currently on missions, the only utterances were that of invasive winds that breathed through open windows.
"She really wants to talk to us three specifically? Give me a break..."
Running the prongs of a comb through his silky, black hair, Sirius asked without looking towards the other two with him. If there was a single thing he took pride in besides his own strength, it was his looks.
"Are you going to say that to her face?"
