Deep in the woods, in the middle of southern Cascadia, there is a nest of glowing spheres, each about the size of a baseball, with many bee-like wings sprouting from its top. An experimental theologian has found a tree that is the perfect vantage point from which to excitedly sketch and record observations in his journal.
Experimental theologian Ford and tyrians
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A few more spheres burst nearby, releasing their powder. He darts forward to grab one of the fallen layers and shove it into his jacket pocket, then runs after the two.
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Is there anywhere nice and secluded to hide? Higher ground, water, anything useful?
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