-=The PCD opens up to Hawke lounging on a pile of cushions, dangling a string and crystal from his own hand. He's twirling it, actually, letting the sun catch it and throw colored beams everywhere.=-

Once every twenty turns, there's a ceremony at the Mountain. Everyone participates, singing, dancing, bringing up a magical energy that infuses the Mountain with a protective magic. Afterwards, those who have scales shine with their own power for... days. Sometimes weeks.


-=He's still twirling the crystal, heedless of the colors that dance across his face and chest.=-



That time is coming soon. I might miss it, because I'm here. I do not consider this home. I want... I want to put some form of protection up where I live, but... I do not think the clinic is appropriate. There are too many people who come and go. Too many who might not understand.

...


I feel like I should be moving on. But... where should I go?