1042. Alchemy Struggles

"Gil, do we really need to sit here as you pull every feather out of the rocs for arrows?" 

"Remey, do we all really need to keep an eye out for herbs everywhere we go?" 

Remey and Gil were butting heads again while Midnight trained her wings on the side. The rocs were a lot smaller than Walker had expected without their feathers. The strength that the feathers had seemed to come from the strong bone like frame that the rocs grew. It was impressive since they felt fairly heavy for a single feather. The wind elemental magic that the rocs possessed definitely helped them fly.