now I can fly around

Wrecker took a walk. Their ears twitched as they walked through the standing stones, drawing close to look at each one, peering at the features. She didn't understand them.

The stones were ... intriguing, to say the least.

Wrecker wound their way through them, tail twitching slowly as they peered at rocks that looked older than they were, older than their family. Perhaps Beauregard would like to hear about these, oddities that they were. Or more likely he knew about them already.

They glanced up to the sky, taking in stars, watching as clouds rolled in.