Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Myra would have winced from the shouting, too, but alas, she is a bird at the moment, and no such expressions can be made with a beak. Judging from Bohw's orders, things must be pretty grim in there. And so soon! Well, tables can be turned, especially this early on in the battle. "Not a familiar, but a stone! I can peer into it to scry on a location as well as use telepathy through it to communicate. But, for me to use the stone, I would have to maintain focus on it. In other words, I can't fight while I'm scrying." She paused a moment, as if just realizing something, and started again, this time flapping and cawing for emphasis as she thought to Thunderpaw, "And my name is Myra!"