No visions come to him. Only the darkness of closed eyelids and the peaceful whispers of the wood. Albey opens his eyes shortly after he closed them, though no short amount of time had passed. The sun was just beginning to rise when he sat down, but now high noon has come and gone. The sun is on its way down, the Calla on its way up, and the bigfoots are frolicking mirthfully in the spring up above. He can hear them WHOOPing and hollering with mirth, they sound like they’re having fun. Innocent, jubilant fun.
“Enjoy it whilst you can,” the Mad Poet growls as he comes to a stand. “For tonight, the fun shall end.”
A plan took shelter in Albey’s head over the course of the day, and now it is mature. Now it reveals itself fully to him, and it’s a plan the Mad Poet quite admires. Simple, yes, and with some luck it shall even be effective. Putting the ape’mans out of his mind for the moment, Albey returns to the cabin.
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