[Closed] Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky

[espigeonage]

Who: Thorir, Aaron, Julien
What: Let's find the prodigal pigeon and haul him back home
Where: Within the Neuschwanstein boundary; a mountainous place without that many people
When: This weekend


yes okay maybe the main reason I cut this was for the text.

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[disdainfully]

"...Dain is my cousin, as is Balin. I don't know the degree of separation, though." He listens to himself and then shakes his head abruptly. "Thorin's cousins. Ori and Balin where with him when he reclaimed his mountain, Dain came to his aid later, first to defend them against Elves and Men and then against Orcs and their ilk."

[elfstoned]

Aaron nods. "It's hard to keep distance when you talk about it sometimes, isn't it?" he says, understanding. "Especially when discussing people with strong feelings connected to them. But Balin -- he was--"

But here, Aaron cuts himself off. They've arrived: Aaron points forward at the building.

"That's it. He was in there when we started the climb." Aaron reaches into his bag to pull out the crystal ball, to check one more time.

"....yeah. He's there."