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Post by Linyü on May 16, 2020 16:57:57 GMT -6
Ichaival was going to need to probe at the Nyssa a bit more to find out more details about the nature of its claim, and perhaps of its grievance. The only question was how best to go about it, and without invoking the Nyssa's ire. Admittedly Ichaival was not well versed in communicating with creatures of such basic intelligence, having enjoyed sentient company for most of its own life. Even dogs were less simple than this.
Thinking for a moment, Ichaival turned to Seveth. {Show me what the woman looked like,} it said. It had stood back from the quest board when Seveth had approached, and hadn't gotten a very good look at the woman itself, so it could only rely on Seveth's recollection to aid it with this. It could have simply rooted through Seveth's memories and taken what it needed, but that would have been an unpleasant experience for them both.
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Post by Linyü on May 27, 2020 20:45:43 GMT -6
Even if the experience didn't cost itself as much as it would have, Ichaival was not cruel enough to subject anyone to this unless it felt that it was truly necessary, let alone Seveth, who was its charge and therefore its responsibility to look after. They were known to each other, and the simple act of asking sufficed just as well. Though it hardly expected Seveth to refuse its request, Ichaival still waited until Seveth gave his slightly bemused assent.
The memory came easily, recent enough to require little recollection, and with vividness and particular emphasis that suggested that Seveth hadn't enjoyed his encounter with the woman. But then, Ichaival could have guessed that much trom the way he had looked when he had first come away from the quest board to begin with.
She was of middling age for a humanoid, not tall, and willowy in build. Her hands, Seveth had noted, were very clammy.
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Post by Linyü on May 27, 2020 20:47:18 GMT -6
Ichaival filtered out that unnecessary detail, focusing on the features of her face, of her general build and silhouette, so that it might best relay the information to the Nyssa.
When it felt like it had seen enough, Ichaival pulled back from Seveth's memory. {Thank you, that is enough,} it said to Seveth.
"Boy, you're telling me," Seveth replied, likely a commentary on the discomfort of the recollection.
Ichaival inclined its head, but decided to let the comment go; it had no helpful advice to offer that would not have been seen as patronizing and unwelcome. Besides, it had other priorities at hand. Turning to the Nyssa, it reached out with its mind again to the other creature's. There was not the vibrancy of thought here that he was used to, but there was a kind of simple coherence, such that Ichaival could still make some sense of what it saw.
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Post by Linyü on May 27, 2020 20:47:29 GMT -6
Ichaival checked for the Nyssa's awareness, that it was still paying attention, and then a clear question presenting itself as thunderously as the Nyssa's physical approach. (Why?} To this, Ichaival responded by forming the image of the woman at the quest board, or as best it could reconstruct that image based on Seveth's memory.
In retrospect, Ichaival soon realized, it ought not to have worried so much over the details of the woman's features. Simply a rough approximation was enough. The Nyssa was too large, and its sense of sight too poor, for such details to be salient. But recognition was easy enough to find, followed quickly by intense anger. (THIS ONE!!} said the Nyssa, agitated again. Ichaival had to ground itself against the tide of the Nyssa's thoughts. There weren't many of those thoughts, but each one seemed to be in itself a small gale in the mindscape of the Nyssa, driving single mindedly through everything.
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Post by Linyü on May 27, 2020 20:49:43 GMT -6
Experimentally, Ichaival tried a few other humans. None of them registered with the Nyssa at all, beyond a vague sense of questioning which quickly resolved itself into disinterest. Ah, there it was, Ichaival thought. It had suspected that the grudge borne by the Nyssa was more specific in nature. That it recognized the woman when it otherwise had some trouble differentiating between humanoids spoke to the depth of the antipathy, or perhaps the breadth of it; they must have interacted a great deal for her to have formed such a deep impression.
Following on that line of thought, Ichaival sent a gentle query into the mind of the Nyssa. {Why? Why this one,} it coaxed.
The Nyssa had thus far never had a chance to share its woes. It was therefore unprepared to explain, and it took some time to formulate a reasoning beyond what had become an ingrained reflex by this point.
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Post by Linyü on May 27, 2020 20:53:13 GMT -6
But Ichaival waited patiently, and reminded the Nyssa every now and again if it thought the Nyssa might have been in danger of forgetting. At the periphery of its senses, Ichaival could sense Seveth's growing curiosity, and not a little of impatience also, but it tuned this out. Seveth had known Ichaival long enough to know that it was at work at the moment, and that he would have his answers when Ichaival was done.
Eventually, the Nyssa answered. The answer was fragmented, dug from memories and half formed thoughts--- the idea of ownership, again, stressed and repeated; and then the woman, coming in. Though it was scattered, Ichaival could begin to piece things together. When the woman came, things changed. She had taken away the plants that had been here before, and arranged things in a way that was ugly and hurtful. The soil was wrong, and the new plants did not fit with the rest.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 27, 2020 21:30:31 GMT -6
You've found the nyssa, and it looks like you've found a way to communicate. Hopefully you can come to an agreement from here!
(You have rolled a success! Your QP will be added to the bank. Feel free to continue playing!)
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