[The feather drifts gently southward, never straying too far as if making sure Sora can keep up. As if caught by an updraft, it floats sharply upward to clear the river, which still rushes muddier and faster with the remnants of the flood, then leads Sora through the wreckage of the village's cabins and past the pawn shop. It winds its way deftly between trees, and finally slows at the disastrous scene that is the Medical Center.
As it slows, it slips downward. Hovering just inches above the ground, it slips and wedges its way under a collapsed wall, beneath which is a staircase heading downward. Bright light shines from somewhere within the staircase - and with a little patience and some hard work, Sora can clear just enough of the debris to get inside. It seems to be jammed up again about twenty feet down, full of mud and ruined concrete, plaster, and branches, but resting atop the pile of flood-deposited junk is a torch, and a mud-filled lantern, extinguished.]
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As it slows, it slips downward. Hovering just inches above the ground, it slips and wedges its way under a collapsed wall, beneath which is a staircase heading downward. Bright light shines from somewhere within the staircase - and with a little patience and some hard work, Sora can clear just enough of the debris to get inside. It seems to be jammed up again about twenty feet down, full of mud and ruined concrete, plaster, and branches, but resting atop the pile of flood-deposited junk is a torch, and a mud-filled lantern, extinguished.]