#canopycalls

Isfet looked up at the radio tower as he approached. It was a new moon, and the shining red beacons pierced through the black like a knife. Dark as it was, Isfet’s night vision let him see well enough to make the trek up here without any trouble. He could see the clouds moving up above, creating the illusion that the looming metal structure was leaning ever forward toward him, but never quite falling.

Craven was seeking out a tree.

tall is from road up down up down three times go,; big rock near is

These were the directions he had been given and they were the ones he followed. The Earth was enveloped in twilight and the branches above sprawled into their woven canopies as he lumbered, slow and steady, through the shadowed forest. The cold of his armored feet left surprisingly little track in their wake despite his enormous and heavily bristling armored frame, all dark spikes and broad shoulders, plating and heavy stitched cloth. 

Unwise, perhaps, to be in this form. But it was Truth.

Delve and Caper had mentioned he should make more friends. This was difficult for him. He had, however, agreed to their request and so could not go back on his vow. Such agreements would drive him out into the furthest reaches of Maroa to see them to their end. 

Such agreements would drive him to find the happy face of one ‘Jax.’

Noemi was glad it was only a short hike from the road to the radio tower Jax had described. Being able to see in the dark didn’t make the woods any less creepy. And the less she had to drag all these bags she was carrying the better.

She reached the base of the tower and set everything down, then sent Jax a text.

I’m here.

@canopycalls​ ya!! theres tons of different types of crafts but most include putting stuff together with your hands for fun :)

@nightshft​ come over right now and show me or ur a pussy

@delvedreamer​ @canopycalls​ Hello.