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[thewestwind]

There is a breeze rustling the trees around the bar. Nothing alarming, just a soft summer breeze.

It's Sinric who suggests they go for a walk. Or at least get some air. He's been worried about Ganymede, about his pensive quiet.

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[thewestwind]

Sinric is still gasping , clawing as his throat for air.

Zephyrus swoops in again to grab Ganymede by the throat this time, returning to his form at the east wind to race the captive Ganymede into the mountains.