Abigor had just recently completed his Red Trial. He was lounging outside camp by a rock, sunning himself with the heat of the burning star in the sky whilst the cold air blew around him. He was on his back, and around him flew balls of various colors of light. They pinged off one another, bouncing to and fro, as if dancing. He grinned to himself, enjoying the way the light scattered in the air when the balls slammed together. Like mini explosions of water balloons made entirely of an intangible substance.
Once again he was disappointed at this meeting. He would have to take it another step further in order to get that rank he so desired. Baptism was next, eh? He'd have to talk about aranging that soon. Humming to himself as he relaxed the day away, the large mountain lion paid little mind to his surroundings.
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