Sosirs journey: Epilogue
The mossy and comfortably cool workshop was relatively still. Some worked on small repairs, others were writing up their reports for the day. A few were relaxing and winding down, taking comfort in the earth-like smells on the evening air, moist as if a light rain had yet passed over. It was still enough, right up to the moment a tiny blue fleck appeared in the halls center. The tiny blue dot was a well known harbinger the occupants all knew frustratingly well. They scrambled to grab their work, weight down their notes and even duck for cover! A brutal howl of winds gushed through the forested workplace, blasting out from the now growing bright cyan dot. Henry held fast to his report, and a solid stone pedestal, grayish green with ancient lichen, to prevent himself from taking involentary flight. With a clear brass tonal note, the gusts of racing air finally stopped. The portal stabilised, and the workshop and its inhabitants settled once again. Tall and slender, a robed fig...
