[ Internally, he probes — but no sign of Garuda, other than the wind magic he knows he still can cast. It eats at him, a little, the fact he can't at least try to stop the winds, if that's something he could even do. But there's nothing for it, and he will do what he can, until he can find a way to do more.
He nods to a few of the townspeople as he passes, shifting the weight in his arms. ]
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[ Internally, he probes — but no sign of Garuda, other than the wind magic he knows he still can cast. It eats at him, a little, the fact he can't at least try to stop the winds, if that's something he could even do. But there's nothing for it, and he will do what he can, until he can find a way to do more.
He nods to a few of the townspeople as he passes, shifting the weight in his arms. ]
Does it storm like this here often?