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'''DO NOT FLY SO FAR THAT YOU CAN NO LONGER HEAR HER VOICE.'''

Three [[~~ship~~]]s flew overhead in tight formation.

Three [[Jumpship|ships]] flew overhead in tight formation.

Their shadows flickered across Grutuk's iris as she calculated their probable landing zones. Satisfied, she rose from the tangle of blackberries where she had been hiding, the thorns scraping harmlessly against her ivory shell.

Their shadows flickered across [[Grutuk]]'s iris as she calculated their probable landing zones. Satisfied, she rose from the tangle of blackberries where she had been hiding, the thorns scraping harmlessly against her ivory shell.

Xavol sat quietly, one dark claw scratching idly at the dirt. He had drawn the old runes, once powerful symbols of tithing, now nothing more than shallow scrawls.

[[Xavol]] sat quietly, one dark claw scratching idly at the dirt. He had drawn the old runes, once powerful symbols of tithing, now nothing more than shallow scrawls.

Grutuk nudged him. "Time to get to work," she said.

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 '''DO NOT FLY SO FAR THAT YOU CAN NO LONGER HEAR HER VOICE.'''
-Three [[ship]]s flew overhead in tight formation.
+Three [[Jumpship|ships]] flew overhead in tight formation.
-Their shadows flickered across Grutuk's iris as she calculated their probable landing zones. Satisfied, she rose from the tangle of blackberries where she had been hiding, the thorns scraping harmlessly against her ivory shell.
+Their shadows flickered across [[Grutuk]]'s iris as she calculated their probable landing zones. Satisfied, she rose from the tangle of blackberries where she had been hiding, the thorns scraping harmlessly against her ivory shell.
-Xavol sat quietly, one dark claw scratching idly at the dirt. He had drawn the old runes, once powerful symbols of tithing, now nothing more than shallow scrawls.
+[[Xavol]] sat quietly, one dark claw scratching idly at the dirt. He had drawn the old runes, once powerful symbols of tithing, now nothing more than shallow scrawls.
 Grutuk nudged him. "Time to get to work," she said.