It's tempting to do something to the note, the ear. Stocke doesn't move from the shadows yet, though there's a very soft hiss. He circles the edges of the cave, one full round, before treading cautiously toward the center.
His first step is to snuff the flow of air to the remaining coals with the blanket, tugging it over with telekinesis. Any still glowing should die down. And by all rights the smart thing to do, assuming she's intending to return again, is to wait and ambush her here...
But Stocke wants to get this over with. He returns to the mouth of the cave, staring into the night sky.
The trouble, of course, is it's hard to track someone flying. Still, the shade searches the ledge for indications of the way Amelia went.
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His first step is to snuff the flow of air to the remaining coals with the blanket, tugging it over with telekinesis. Any still glowing should die down. And by all rights the smart thing to do, assuming she's intending to return again, is to wait and ambush her here...
But Stocke wants to get this over with. He returns to the mouth of the cave, staring into the night sky.
The trouble, of course, is it's hard to track someone flying. Still, the shade searches the ledge for indications of the way Amelia went.