While the time that they had all stood in the hatching hut while listening to the true wind sage make premises of safe and speedy journeys to the bridge to the world, Walker and the others had found themselves present in a truly meaningful ceremony.
Being welcomed in as witnesses of the chief passing his feather to the next chief was something that felt as if they shouldn't be present. Not because they were just outsiders, but because of the emotion behind the tradition itself. Walker and the others all felt as if they were not attached enough to show the proper amount of respect to the process as a whole.
From start to finish, Walker had sensed the mana from the older chief gathering within a singular feather. It was a lot of wind mana that realistically shouldn't hold that much wind mana to start with. However, it seemed that this skills as one that only those of the sly crow race could use once in their lives.
