[ at first he thinks the rock (?) is simply a big manastone, a prize for him having to deal with the weather that reminds him of home. but this doesn't look like one, and there's suddenly less grass and more ground out of nowhere. ]
Kurapika.
The environment's shifting. [ his voice has dropped low, scanning for whatever else might be coming their way. ]
no subject
Kurapika.
The environment's shifting. [ his voice has dropped low, scanning for whatever else might be coming their way. ]