As they wait Ownlog grows evermore restless, her ears twitch irritatingly, all three of them being assaulted by a noise that seems only half real. Ownlog Jumps at Corn and pulls her flout from her cap finally coming to understand it it’s the sources of the aggravating sound. Corn takes Ownlog by the hand and lowers her head to see that her flout is now playing itself In he hand “the monster from who’s hand this was cut is close.”Ownlog explains.
The roar or wind becomes defining and a black bird that stand an scale to (if not grater) Scara descends onto them, each claw larger than any of the travelers, the beating of its wings so powerful the wind pressure throws all of them onto their backs, it dips its head and eats there fire pit with a single swipe of its beak. The monster throws Its head up and squawks showing off a bangle around its neck with the skull and talons of one of its brothers hanging form it. The beast stretches it wings and cast a shadow over the company.
Ownlog hisses as she find her feet, she start to reach for her swords but the bird picks up one foot and crushes her beneath it, it the swings its head at Corn picking her up in its beak, it tosses her in the air to swallow the tiny mouse but freezes seeing the crimson wrapped around her body she falls to the ground with a horrible crash, the air ripped from her body, her arms and lags numbed by the fall, Corn rolls onto a ball crippled by pain and shock. Rodney stands by hiding beneath his hands stunned by the speed and ferocity of the attack.
The bird flaps its wings and shrills, it stumps forth flapping and squawking Corn rolls around, the bird slides it beak under her and flips her around, Corn gasp and rolls onto all fours trying to fight, the bird grabs her cap and strips it from her body throwing it to one side and nearly strangling her at the same time, Rodney finally gains his courage and fumbles for his axe. The giant flicks her head up and throws Rodney into the air.
Squaking and flapping some more, Corn finds her float still flashing on the ground. As the bird goes to ick her over she brings the float up and starts to play. The bird throws her wings up into the air and starts to pirouette.
The battered trio gathers around Corn looking to her. The giant lowers her head “the power of the weaver, is the power to movie the heart. Those that heir you sing will forever understand you and heed your idea.”
Still struggling to breathe Corn gasp “I’m… not a weaver… I never finished school.”
“That is and ending, the life of a weaver has endless beginnings, but never endings.” The bird explains.
“Are… you… Jessica’s friend?”
“I am here eggling, she hatched me.”
“I see… we need you.” Corn pants, Her breathing finally returning to normal