*Ossanlin shrugs at Temrash's statement and trots back out of the bar. Things seemed to be getting on just fine there without him. He looks up at the stars and notices the strangeness of them for the first time. The night sky was different everywhere, but things were strange in this sky...stars close together that should've been on opposite sides of the sky, stars not even in sight that were sisters to stars he could see. Strange indeed.*
*Ossanlin gives one last look into the bar, no one really seemed to even notice his departure, and heads out into the woods. He absorbs the nutrients of the grass, looking around the forest and avoiding the sky as it seemed so strange here. He finds a small clearing and is surprised that he has no trouble with sight even though it must be very dark here indeed. Another silver-blade trait he supposed.*
*In one fluid motion Ossanlin draws both of his katana, holding them ready against an imaginary opponent, his tail arched. He begins going through a kata, the katana dancing around him in quick, flashing patterns, his tail darting in to strike and sweep when his katana were out of the way. The barrage he could unleash with those three blades was quite deadly and it seemed moreso now. Ossanlin feels the ripples through his muscles as his motions flow quicker than ever before, time seeming to dilate to him. He begins to work up a bit of a sweat in the cool night air, his blades continuing their smooth striking motions, his entire body dancing as he works his hooves to support his weapon strikes. His mind clears and it seems for the first time since coming back to the bar that he's thinking clearly. He could again sense the silver-blade within, waiting for him to call it forth. He ignores the call and continues working through his forms, his mind clear of thought.*
