[He flies, the snip-snap-FREE feeling of hurling himself along the Earth's laylines, always over too quick but just for that instant it's freedom. Normally. Stuck on the island, it's a cruel tease of what he should have. He lands lightly on the edge cliff looking out over the water and steps off, dropping the twenty feet down to the protected ledge. The mouth of the cave is about fifteen feet tall, a drop of thirty feet below the shelf, the floor open, smooth, and off on the side a crack leading to a second chamber.]
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