User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-7562999-20191210052118

''Hawkwing flies far away before he spirals down to the ground, his wings already aching after looking around the countrystide from the air for hours. He pants heavily as he stumbles on his landing, stopping in a grove of trees. He looks around, his senses all on edge, aware of every little sound around him. He closes his eyes and light bends around him, forming a scythe made out of hardlight. He gasps as he opens his eyes and nods, glad that his mother taught him how to use his photokinesis in more ways than just flashes of light. He leaves the great weapon of buzzing light over his back as he walks around. He starts to head out of the trees, staying low to the ground.''

HW: "I may have made a mistake..."