Dark skies, the roll of thunder, but not a drop of rain to be seen. The day looked to be perfect for a funeral. The sound of massive wings joined the sound of thunder as the counsel of Io made their way down, landing on the outskirts of the massive throng of people of all sorts. Forms shifted and sizes changed as they begin funneling into the large church atop the hill. A lonely building for a sad event.
Today we honor the passing of the last living legend, the little shadow, the one who sees all, Ama Tealeaf.