Ad Astra [Pt 8]
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Atty, overwhelmed by the mixed company he now found himself in, pondered the parting statements made by the group he had been accompanying through the tower. While not his first time seeing portal techniques in use, it still felt almost supernatural to him.
"Ahem- uh, hello!" The meteorologist gave a small bow to the pair of half-breeds, nervously maintaining eye contact with the shorter goat. "Forgive my intrusion, I was not planning to involve myself with your struggle, but I suppose that is beyond us now."
Milae put a hoof to his chest, then gestured at the deer half-breed beside them, still clutching the stacks of papers and books to his side with his other arm. His moving sleeves revealed the web of Wyrd scars in his fur to Atty. "Milae. Dario. It seems we will be accompanying you. How much do you know of what is occurring right now?"
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Atty glanced around, noting the sheer state of disrepair much of the city had fallen into not only over the decades, but within the last few hours. It was a sobering sight. "If I'm being honest, not much. I am- was a meteorologist here, but that time has now passed. I was also studying much of what kept the interest of the Grand Illuminar, you know... demons and what-not. I don't imagine it would serve us well at this point."
He realized in this moment that he had not grabbed his suitcase before being pulled through the portal. His heart sank, knowing he may not be able to go back for it.
"I planned on leaving here, but I see now that option may no longer be on the table."













