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Post by Flare on Sept 8, 2019 6:50:33 GMT -6
CHILD OF SAND, YOU ARE ONE OF THE FIRST HUMAN-ANIMALS TO NOT RUN FROM ME WHEN FIRST SEEING ME. YOU BRING IGNORANCE BUT TRUTH TO MY GROVE. the snake hisses at him as the root finishes its physical inspection over the rags of his wing membranes and his tail before disappearing into the earth again. I WILL IN TURN NOT EAT YOU, BUT YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF WHAT YOU SAW. I WILL FIND YOU AND DEVOUR YOU. CURSED SOUL OR NOT. A brief nod. He agreed with those terms. TAKE THE GOATS STUPID CRYSTAL. SHE IS NOT AN HONEST GOAT-ANIMAL, CHILD OF EARTH, TREAD AROUND THAT HUMAN-ANIMAL WITH GREAT CAUTION. Something shines in the darkness, but something else strikes the pressure points on him from behind. The drake crumples like a sack of potatoes, the little nyssa scampering out of the way to avoid being crushed. Human-animal is dead? it wonders, poking the still figure.
NO, JUST SLEEPING. IT WILL NOT FIND US AGAIN. DO NOT GO FINDING IT AGAIN. the little nyssa nods eagerly. no finding human-animal deliberately. OR ACCIDENTALLY. These saplings, always seeking a loophole.
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Post by Renathan on Sept 8, 2019 8:00:11 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 3:53:06 GMT -6
-continued from the wishing well post-
The drake hisses openly at the crow, who watches its prize drop deeper and deeper into the well. {You thief.}
THIEF THIEF. HAWHAWHAW. He'd heard of the peddlers who brought parrots and other such 'talking' birds to Tumai as an attraction to make money off the citizens. Didn't expect a crow to be able to mimic back at him. There are bits of corn kernels sticking to the lower mandible of its beak as it cackles at him, then takes the flight to go back for its food. Messy creature, he didn't really understand the draw of having a bird.
The well wasn't far from the fork in the road, and he still needed to find the goat granny's crystal- well. As if to mock him, the crow landed itself, with corn, on a crystal cluster of white quartz, several spears of rock sprouting from its core.
That... was surprisingly easy. Now what?
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 3:57:50 GMT -6
The drake found himself in a conundrum on how to bring the items that seemed to have come back to him. Even the silver pendant had gotten wrapped around the harvest shrine, pinning the floot to its chest. The little shrine appeared to be rather, cumbersome. Not to mention a full length rake and the cluster of crystal. What to do, what to do. He could make two trips. But would he find his way again. Could leave them outside the gate, so that if some magic house stuff (whatever) happened to happen, it wouldn't disappear easily on him. He could take the rake and the small things, leave the shrine for another trip... the crystal needed to come with him.
OH, THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY DEARIE. Not quite used to being able to spin around that fast, the drake nearly gave himself a neck crack as he twisted about. Leaning on her cane, the white curls of Crannie were unmistakable.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:02:11 GMT -6
Something felt... off about this whole situation, the drake's inner self believed. Pieces weren't slotting together properly. And it wasn't because of a foggy memory of the last... he glanced at the sun, it barely had moved. Within an hour? Looking forth again, he saw the ambling goat granny coming to meet him. She has no hesitance over her footing here. Clops are gently heard down the path, but everything sounds very quiet. She seems very pleased by her ...feeling. He had that magic house 'feeling' as she got closer to him. Making the roots of his stringing hair stand up. She reaches him, and exhales with a pleased manner. Smells like month old grass hay.
MY CRYSTAL, SUCH A GOOD BOY YOU ARE. Her hoof snakes out and pats his cheek, rather expertly for a blind? old goat. COME COME, WE WILL GET CRYSTAL BACK INTO THE GARDEN AND I CAN GIVE YOU YOUR REWARD.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:07:41 GMT -6
{What about my orbaru-}
{SLEEPING, DEARIE. SHE FELL RIGHT ASLEEP SOME TIME AFTER YOU LEFT. ONCE WE WERE OUT OF THE WARDEN'S MAZE, I TOLD HIM I COULD MANAGE MY WAY HOME. HE'S A GOOD BOY, BUT I AM VERY ABLE TO FIND MY WAY BACK HERE.} That gave him brief relief, the little rabbit wasn't running around without him, most likely. She'd been pretty comfortable with Crannie as he was leaving. She ambles past him now, taking the left fork of the path. {COME COME DEARIE, BRING THE CRYSTAL. THOSE PIECES OF JUNK AROUND YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE FAST.} How... the thought got quashed suddenly. Let's just bring the crystal to Crannie's garden. He has it in hand without much trouble otherwise, the other items resting in a pile at the fork. She seems to know exactly where she's going, shooing aside small creatures here and there. They seem... scared of her. But any residual thoughts about that were quashed. all his focus was on the crystal and its destination.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:12:04 GMT -6
{I WAS STARTING TO BELIEVE YOU WEREN'T GOING TO FIND IT SO QUICKLY DEARIE, SO I CHOSE TO MEET YOU HALFWAY.} the old goat gabbled as she hobbled along. Still being very spry for her age. He nods absently, walking along with his own cane-staff, cradling the crystal as if it were his first egg to his chest. If he tripped, the staff would drop and he would reach to protect the crystal. He can't see it, but the goat granny is all smiles as she ambles. If he can see anything beyond the tunnel vision of his destination, to just follow the old goat to the garden and return the crystal...
There's another fork in the path, and she juts away from the house, opening a modest little white picket gate to a small plot. The gate looks to have seen better days; the wood stakes are all the wrong height, and the nails jut halfway out. Careful if you were tall or short it seems.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:15:48 GMT -6
When the gate snaps shut behind him, Crannie turns around and ambles right up to him. {I'LL TAKE THAT OFF YOU NOW DEARIE. THANK YOU FOR CARRYING IT. SUCH A GOOD BOY YOU ARE.} Another pat to his cheek, the same cheek, and she snatches the crystal cluster from his arms. As soon as hoof and crystal part from his body, Flare blinks, and he regains himself. Looking around with a bit of confusion. Where was he?
{Where am I?} he asks, puzzled. This has happened twice now. Being in a place where he didn't initially recall going. Or getting back to.
{My garden, dearie.} Crannie calls over her shoulder, placing the quartz around a variety of small pots, growing a modest amount of foliage each. No... these were small trees? All coming out of... ceramic drinkware. Teapot, tea cup, sugar bowl, coffee mug, you name it, its there. Jammed in the larger pots appear to be small crystals.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:20:02 GMT -6
{I did mention that I grow bonsai as a bit of a hobby. An old lady does need a hobby to keep herself occupied after all.} she smacks her lips as she passes, looking very pleased. Flare just nods absently. He's walking slowly, as his muscles aren't aching right now for some reason. There's a lingering odor in the air as he examines the pots and cups and what not. There's species of tree he's not even read about here; oaks and maples and spruces and even a desert looking acacia in what appears to be a shallow box...pot. yes. even some with long flowy leaf branches. Such beauty in small sizes.
{Like them? I grow them myself from seeds I've procured over my travels. Such is my luck over making my garden off to the edge of the magic house; its constantly microclimatizing so even the fussiest trees get a month or two of prime growths.}
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:24:00 GMT -6
Fussy trees indeed, the acacia typically requires a very arid landscape to attempt to grow well, with lots of warm to hot sunshine and well drained soils. There were very few acacia in the desert, the palms were an oasis plant. His inner gardener is having a field day, itching to grab his notebook and start writing down information about the various trees he was seeing. Perhaps even take a seed or a sample of leaf.... He looks back at the old goat, who is positioning the crystal to catch the most sunlight from its perch. For some reason. {May I...}
{Of course dearie. If you want a leaf sample, the shears are next to the mugs. do wipe them off when your'e finished though; shears are very difficult to find someone able to whetstone them to the sharpness I need them for the work they do.} Out came the notebook, and he found the shears to be a surprisingly easy usage for his scaled hands. Very... odd.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:28:21 GMT -6
{I'm willing to give you a pair of my newest bonsai project, they've been germinating nicely and I have more then enough to give out to those who have helped me.} Crannie mentions as he is almost whirlwinding around, recording information, clipping a leaf or a branch, just enough so he can have a sample to research and reference. For Flare's inner gardener (or inner plant hoarder) this chance is pure heaven.
{You want to give me plants for helping you?} She nods, and points him over to the long wavy tree-bushes growing out of a bunch of teapots. Its as if she's managed to freeze a season in a pot. A pair even seems to mimic day and night. {How did you-}
{a good gardener doesn't reveal her trade secrets dearie.} Crannie giggles a bit as she passes him, putting a hoof-finger to her split lips. {You can have one season freezeframe and a day cycle freezeframe.} Oh such a choice. Finally, he opts for the one that mirrors the autumn around him, and one that is... nighttime.
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Post by Flare on Sept 9, 2019 4:34:33 GMT -6
{Ah, you have good taste in color dearie. Matches your lovely scales.} Heat creeps up Flare's ear flaps again as he passes her, not taking any present samples of the teapots she was offering. {I will make sure they arrive at your garden in post-haste. Might even bring them personally, hehehehe.} The drake is thoroughly distracted as he is still writing, clipping... satisfying an urge to sample every plant he could get his scaly fingers on. Oh, the itch on his inner gardener's instinct finally started to fade. he could focus again. A sigh of relief as he shut his booklet carefully, stuffed with leaf and branch, and even a few blossoms.
{Thank you, Crannie.} he says. She smiles big goat teeth at him, surprisingly white for her age.
{Off you go then dearie, do be careful as you find your way around here. Harvest time is a wonderous time to see the trees. Sample the fruits...} The gate shuts behind the drake as he wanders away, leaving not but footprints...
Out of his hearing range, Crannie smiles widely. She'd been listening hard ever since the drake had entered the garden and his footfalls had vanished. So he had the gift to enter the grove... and to leave it without being eaten alive. How... interesting. Her milky eyes have a very... malevolent gleam to them.
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Post by Renathan on Sept 9, 2019 10:45:24 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Sept 10, 2019 8:51:47 GMT -6
As quickly as he had left the fork in the road, the wildfire ssa found himself not only there, but back again. The pile of serpent eyed marble orbs had reduced itself to one, nestled next to the small splatter of items. If he looked hard enough, there was a long stick, tangled by reeds with holes drilled in it? Looked like a reed stick to his unrefined eye. Seriously, he's a gardener. Wouldn't recognize an instrument immediately from another culture unless it beat him over the head. Ok, thats a bit harsh sounding, but true.
The unsettling feeling of 'magic house vibe' had toned down almost entirely by the time he reached the fork in the path, but it was still there, just on the edges of his senses. The decision now came of whether or not to keep exploring the grounds of the harvest themed magic house, or to take his...junk... and leave.
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Post by Flare on Sept 10, 2019 8:55:47 GMT -6
More had apparently accumulated? Or was he just going mad. No, not mad. The corn-flecked crow had abandoned its snack briefly, trying its damnedest to savage the corner of a green wrap of sorts. {Shoo} the drake waved his cane at it. The crow ignores the giant with a big stick, pulling on the fabric to try and do something with it. Eat it maybe? Stupid bird. Flare sighs, then outright hisses in the bird's direction. CAT! The crow is suddenly all panicked, flapping to get off the ground, out of cat range. Hates cats, it does. No cats! NO CATS.
'These little outbursts seem to be giving me some energy.' the drake hms to himself as he catches the corner of the wrap with the cane and swings it up to catch it ont he second try. Its a nice fibrous blanket, and relatively sturdy. Beneath it... is a necklace of sorts? Or a headwear. He can't tell.
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