Something bellowed in the fog, the call carrying as if from a great distance.
There was more out there than what was here before Kubo, but he couldn't tell what. He tensed, resisting the urge to turn and look into the fog. He knew it was too thick to see anything far away, and letting his sights off this warped Stephen was more dangerous just then than anything else out there.
He played through a little more of his song, at a little bit of a loss as to what to say to that. He didn't know Stephen well enough to tell him who he was, but he knew it wasn't this. Stephen had given him a distinct impression, and part of that impression had been kind.
"Then . . . why did you seem so different before?"
The thing in the fog bellowed again. It had drawn a little closer this time.
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There was more out there than what was here before Kubo, but he couldn't tell what. He tensed, resisting the urge to turn and look into the fog. He knew it was too thick to see anything far away, and letting his sights off this warped Stephen was more dangerous just then than anything else out there.
He played through a little more of his song, at a little bit of a loss as to what to say to that. He didn't know Stephen well enough to tell him who he was, but he knew it wasn't this. Stephen had given him a distinct impression, and part of that impression had been kind.
"Then . . . why did you seem so different before?"
The thing in the fog bellowed again. It had drawn a little closer this time.