[Make merry one last time. And what a time it was. Sariel is finally here, back as he should be. And this time- there's a giant black wing that unfurls from his back, stretching. He only has the one wing. There's a pause, and then he seems to realize something.]
I need to say goodbye to the ants.
[And so, with the wooden ant in a pocket, he's wandering over to squat next to the hedges in the garden, whispering little goodbyes to the ants in the soil.]
[He'll say goodbye to everyone else, too, as he's raising his head to look at whoever is nearby with a nod.]
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I need to say goodbye to the ants.
[And so, with the wooden ant in a pocket, he's wandering over to squat next to the hedges in the garden, whispering little goodbyes to the ants in the soil.]
[He'll say goodbye to everyone else, too, as he's raising his head to look at whoever is nearby with a nod.]
So. It's time to go, isn't it...