by Narrator » Thu Oct 07, 2010 4:57 pm
The flock had swept through the hallways of the mountain fortress, and where they passed some of the refugees broke apart to join it. Some, but not all.
The flock converged on what had been the High Evolutionary's hydroponic gardens for his experiments, but in the intervening years had been converted by someone the refugees thought to be Rebecca Valentine into a lovingly-tended rose garden.
The ravens circled around, and landed in a clump in the center.