Clouds and Currents - VoK & HW 2021 Event Prompts

   Bora sniffed. As Nahia had told Tamaya, he'd been traveling for the duration of the day in search of the sorcerer's supposed apprentice, or some clue as to her whereabouts. And now, perhaps, he'd found something. Maybe it was her, or maybe it wasn't. But there was a distinct smell in the air. The scent of smoke.
   He followed the scent to find one of the camps that had been set up around the areas where the chains had appeared - Not quite right on top of the great tethers' resting places, but near enough. And it was easy enough to find the source of the scent, between the still-smoldering tent and the lion throwing a fit about his own place of rest having been lit ablaze. The smilodon strode up to see for himself.
   "Stand aside and let me examine it," he said to the lion, who glared at him and made to continue his complaining. But before he could, Bora added, "And be quiet. You're upset, I understand this. But yelling will do nothing to bring your tent back. I need to focus if we wish to find the truth of what happened here."
   "Hmph. Fine." The lion watched in angry silence as Bora circled the tent, squinting.
   There was no sign of anything being used to light it ablaze, no flint or twigs or glass, or even more advanced technology, as the humans of Earth had. He wasn't sure if the people of this realm had such technology, but if they did, it wasn't used here. Then...
   "Did you get a glimpse of any unusual goings on around here before the burning of your tent? Beyond the titan and its spawn, that is?"
   The lion huffed. "If you did, do you think I'd be standing here and doing nothing?" He snapped.
   "Do you always have such a pleasant attitude, or is this arson making it that much nicer to experience?" Bora challenged. The lion snarled at him, and he rolled his eyes before continuing his investigation. No such signs of the fire's source... then, it must have been magic of some sort. Whether it was the titan's... or the titan's siphoned energy...
   Hm? Something caught his eye. A trail of feathers, scattered off to the side of the tent, lightly singed and heading away from camp. Lorena... she'd not had wings last he'd seen her. He narrowed his eyes. She might be disguised, then... or perhaps she had assistance. A bird... or another winged creature. If this was her doing at all, of course.
   Well, whether it led to her or not, who or whatever had caused this should be stopped.
   "Put together a new shelter," the god advised. "I'll be looking into the cause of this. I have my suspicions already, but I'll need time."
   "Tch. Fine. At least someone's doing something," the lion said, unenthused.
   Unfazed, Bora set off to follow the feathers out of camp, and hopefully, to their source.