What few people he could see from his position may as well have been ants. But Sage was the attentive sort that there were not many people he could not discern their intent. The Sailors for example, moved with a purpose, there objective was as clear as day as they rummaged through the ruins to see if there was still anything of use. Anything that they did find was quickly packed up ready to be transported away from the island.

The Scara Brae survivors however, mostly all stayed in one place, some too distraught and were clinging onto their loved ones tightly. The calamity was still all to fresh in their memories, and some did not yet have the power to let go. Sage pitied the ones that sat motionless atop their broken homes, unmoving and unresponsive. His heart went out to them, it truly did, but he did not know what to do to offer succor.
But he could at least go and see, could he not?

Canen cawed seemingly in agreement and rapidly ascended high into the sky though the harsh winds prevailing the region it was not a steady climb. But it did not take long for the crow to reach an ideal altitude. And once more the magical construct gave its young master a literal bird’s eye view of the Promenade and the harbour, revealing the devastation in all its disturbing glory. His familiar saw everything that was worth noting including a family clothed in rags and torn garments that were currently digging up a seemingly intact rowing boat that had been hidden under the debris.

Sage made his way down the ramparts, though he kept a fair distance away from the edge believing that if he were to take even an inch closer the floor would disappear from under him. He kept a suspicious glare upon it until he reached the bottom where he had to traverse debris of splintered wood and shredded sails in order to get back to the docks where the “Lucky Maiden” was currently moored.

And yet he was not alone in trying to clamber through the ruins, though he had stuck to a longer if more stable path it would seem as though someone was trying their luck to get to higher ground, unstable ground as it was.

He would have rather left the stranger be. But their safety was currently a source of concern for the boy, and Sage was not one to sit by idly if someone was in trouble. Or he was watching an accident waiting to happen.
Better to say something even if it was not needed than to stay quiet if it was.

He approached the cloaked stranger until he was within shouting distance but his pace was slow and cautious. As he was mindful of his own footing as some of the wood was still soaking wet and offered a poor foothold. And just as he thought about his footing his left foot slipped across what he had initially thought as a stable broken plank and caused him to tumble to his knees.

‘Typical’ He chided himself. Here he is about to warn someone that the place was unstable and he just had to trip before he could say something.

He sighed at his luck, but he appreciated the irony.

“Careful!” He yelled into his cupped hands and paused when he noticed that the stranger had removed their hood revealing long locks of golden sunshine that whipped in the wind. It honestly made him pause in surprise. It was the single most colourful thing he had seen all week, Scara Brae was depressing and overflowed with a feeling of utter helplessness.

A helplessness that was a role Reversal that Sage did not appreciate, and just because he now believed that he could defend himself, that did not mean he had wished for this town to have met with such a grisly fate.

‘First Riaeira, And now this. If we are not more careful there will not be anything left of this world’ Such dark thoughts clouded his mind, but the sight of golden blonde hair was enough to allow him to banish such thought’s.

“Careful now! The ground is not stable over there!” He yelled into his cupped hands once more hoping that he did not startle the stranger into falling like he had.