Space to Breathe

The death of Helper has shaken Whistler to their very bone. A once strong-headed and determined Kenku now riddled with sorrow and grief. Casting a gaze across their allies tears streamed down their feathers and only one thought rang clear in their mind. No more.
 
The forest is calm and familiar, sitting in an open clearing is risky but worth the view of the open sky. The view changed with time, but never enough to feel abandoned. Focusing, Whistler could recall their early days of wandering the forest. Often alone, it left the mind to wander as the stars twinkled patterns like a performing language. They shone a bright path, far but not unreachable. That is why they adventured. But perhaps down the wrong path. Though Whistler is forbidden from reaching this sky, it does little to stop their determination. Gazing at the shining lights clears their mind and grants a sense of peace, but some wounds require more to truly heal. Moving to the next civilization was their next step. Fiddling with their feathers, they continued to walk the path of life, one step at a time.
 
Years passed where they sailed the seas, communed with nature, explored libraries. They even managed to be hired as a royal guard for the Forlkor Kingdom, a gnomish kingdom. Unfortunately, any luxury that may have been provided was soon cast away as the Irlara Kingdom attacked. Assisting in the evacuation of one princess Alain Folkor they managed to travel the sea to a new short-lived home. Upon her escape, Alain had awoken a dormant source of magic she never knew of and learned to control them too late as the town cast them out. Not all was lost as they gained a new ally, Jasper, good with chemicals as he is with drinks. They journeyed and adventured together, becoming closer as a newly formed family.
 
Gaining a newfound strength and hearing of a new reunion Whistler felt it right to return and seek closure.