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Stanley strides forward, shouting excitedly. A painting of a moon shining through clouds in a dark blue sky over a forest campfire, hangs on the wall behind him.|||
We look up at Maggie and Stanley standing by the table. A thinkagram of Ossomer and Tramennis hangs in the air in front of Stanley's gloating face. Parson, on the opposite side of the table looks at a blobby thinkagram taking form in front of him.|||
We look down at the tactical table, littered with pink, blue, yellow and red tokens. Parson looks up at the thinkagram image of Wanda which has formed. A plant resembling a large Venus fly-trap is visible through this image. Behind the table, Stanley shakes a fist at the image of Ossomer and Tramennis that Maggie is still projecting.|||
Parson stands with his back to the table; he has a somber expression. In the background, Stanley's antics continue.|||
We look down at Wanda sitting astride a pink dwagon, speaking to the image of Parson projected by the blonde decrypted archon. Four other decrypted archons hover nearby, two each in flight-attendant and dance-fighting raiment. A blue dwagon crouches on the brown paving stones of the road in the background.|||
Wanda gazes at Parson's thinkagram image, a serene (or dazed?) expression on her face. The blonde archon's fingers appear in the foreground; a silver-haired archon's face is hidden by her hair as she looks into the background. There, Ansom is directing troops from his rolled-up flying carpet. Three archons, a yellow, a green and a red dwagon and various other flying forms follow Ansom's directions. The yellow and green dwagons, at least, carry riders.|||
A flight of dwagons, red, black, blue, yellow and green pass behind Wanda, traveling to the left. All but the yellow are mounted. Four archons, the nearest sporting two red braids, fly along. Other gray dwagon forms are even further away. Wanda continues to speak to Parson, her expression unchanged.|||
Parson Gotti: The flyers have plenty of move, so maybe go do some scouting?
I mean if they fell for it, they fell for it.
But if they've got some backup plan or some surprise waiting for you, it's better to know ahead.
Wanda sits astride her pink dwagon, which has spread its wings and lifted some distance off the ground. The blonde archon continues to hover to her right, fingers still in thinkagram position. They look out across the Expository Bridge, toward the Jetstone column and encampment on the opposite side of the river. Below, a figure in red gazes up at Wanda and the blue dwagon's nose pokes into the frame.|||