Talk:The Stream/@comment-5488450-20121103000842/@comment-4312567-20121103012314

Mistshadow grinned easily.

"I don't need to move. I'm on the other side of the stream."

He let out an eerie whistle and sat down, his luminous eyes bearing coldly across them.

A moment later, a flock of pigeons flew from the trees and landed a while behind the loner and his son, and Stormfire couldn't help but feel unsettled at the quick arrival of the birds.