“Indeed,” Iolar’s voice sounded in her ears. “I must admit, I have never shared my memories in such a fashion before, and thus I was not fully certain how it would feel.”
At the same time, past-Iolar was thinking that he needed to learn what was causing this feeling. Perhaps he could listen to the Winds for news?
“Ah,” present-Iolar’s voice continued, “This is the moment. Pay careful attention here, my young falcon. This is what you will need to learn.”
Ziiver... no, past-Iolar focused his thoughts and will, concentrating on the sound of the wind whistling past his head as he soared. Then he... there was no word for what he did, really. It was as if he used his thoughts to twist something in his hearing, and suddenly the sound of the wind had meaning.
It was like listening to a dozen conversations at once in a crowded street.
“Look! It’s that pretty bird-spirit again! He’s so cool!”
“Oh, hush, you’ve always liked eagles.”
“Did you see those clouds? There’s going to be a storm!”
“I’m going to get all wound up for blowing about tonight!”
“Did you see that dark cloud in that forest?”
Past-Iolar’s attention suddenly focused with a predator’s intensity on this last snatch of conversation. That sounded familiar.
“Oh, yeah! Gave me the creeps! It’s one of those meany spirits again, isn’t it?”
Warmer, but dry... past-Iolar thought, somehow picking out these characteristics from the voice. It is to the southeast.
Ziiver... err, Iolar turned to the southeast, still listening to the Winds as he flew.
“Ah, yes...” Present-Iolar sighed. “I had not thought about this. After what you went through with this dark one yourself... perhaps it is best to cut off now, yes?”
