Genvive's traveled for a while, yes. she found that no, staying in pegasus forever might not entirely be a solid life plan, atleast in terms of enrichment. she lives there, yes, and she visits her father, bringing tea from forgraves house if theres extra, but she has indeed been travelling.
When both the fox and the cat had returned with some range of gifts, bebby's being new magic and what she called a "dollhouse" and forgraves claiming a curse was lifted from a flask (what kind of curse he forgot to mention in his excitement), so yes, she was here for a gift of her own.
she heard its song, and smiled as much as a horse can, it reminded her of the rushing water of her river.
she walked forward and, because at heart what could be considered 'unicorns', true unicorns or not, are vain creatures, she leaned down, and whispered for something to make her beautiful.
"i know i am beautiful, i know others know it too, but i would like more. i would like something, a trinket, an accessory, anything you can give me, so i sparkle just a bit more. could you do that for me, wishing stone?"
"Speech." Thoughts.
Edric's wish was very simple.
Beady red eyes, dripping with iridescent Oil, fixated on the rock with shifting colors. He knew there was something magical and powerful about rocks that looked special. It was a pattern, and Edric considered himself an expert in pattern recognition for realizing that. The Voices at the Altar. The crackling Spire. Now this. The Voices had given him a new form, stone, and purpose in life. What could this rock do for him?
He limped up to it, his oily rock-leg hitting the ground with echoing thumps. "I want to be powerful," he grunted at the rock as he pressed his snout (also dripping with Oily mucus) on it. "For beating people up. Animals. Things." He was already an impressive fighter, he thought—he'd absolutely curb-stomped a freaking LION before!!! But he'd lost in the first round of DEATHMATCH. THAT WAS UNACCEPTABLE. He needed to beat things up EVEN BETTER to become the TRUE PARAGON of DESTRUCTION.
Word had gotten around about somewhat this weird rock that, most importantly, gave you free stuff. Kaprison was always a fan of free stuff, and ambivalent towards weird rocks, so they snuck off to investigate it as soon as they could weasel their way out of carnival duties.
Kaprison hummed, tapping a lime green claw against the surface of the wishing stone. 'I want to be able to mess with people AND get away with it.' And then they'd stand back, smirking somewhat at the stone as they waited for whatever it's idea of prank and tomfoolery-causing supplies were. Admittedly, a magic rock wouldn't have the best idea of what a prank WAS- maybe they should've been more specific?
OOC note: because rolls hadn't been done before this post, which is after genevives post for day 3 and this is day 4, 2 OOC prize rolls are needed <33 ty!
Forgraves had happily informed his family of his flask's newfound usefulness, or atleast, usefulness he can now fully exploit. fascinated by the rock, he returned another day, Bebby once again in tow.
he walked to the walk, nodding to it as a form of acknowledgement, before speaking again.
"thank you for what you did yesterday for my flask, it was incredibly appreciated. however, i am incredibly curious, and do whatever is within your power, do you have any mysterious artifacts? magical, mostly, but non-magical will suffice aswell, i am looking for things to study! if you'd be so kind." he said, once again his tone was appreciative and grateful, if a little to the point, but he doubted the rock minded much.
"Speech." Thoughts.