"Aren't you a thing of intrigue? Curiosity? Scratcher-of-the-mind?"
Menkheperre tilts his head as he stares down at the peculiar stone. It sings and chimes and offers a welcoming aura like one pats at the seat next to themself in invitation. Taking in the crystal's veritable collection of offerings (flowers, bones, various memorabilia) imposes a sense of guilt in him, like he was supposed to also bring something along. Not that the subject of his attention is asking for anything short of a wish, but... ah, societal norms.
The dragon seats himself before it, humming to himself in thought. All that he has ever needed is to fulfill his thirst for knowledge and to share it, so his wish should be quite simple; but, the kicker comes in minimizing the broadness of simply asking for information, and maximizing the effectiveness of it. After all, he lives in and keeps watch over a literal treasure trove of erudition. Why should he ask for that which he might inevitably find?
But, a library isn't the only means of learning, now, is it?
It's in that ah-ha! moment that he reaches to splay the claws of his foremost left hand on the stone's surface. Superstition about speaking aloud one's wishes keeps him silent as he closes his eyes and forms coherent thought under the presumption that the stone can read his mind: I'd like the means to uncover new information about the spaces which I live in, breathe in, exist in. Not well-loved books and tomes, but perhaps something that may grant me clues where to look, faces to pursue, breadcrumb trails to follow.
And is that enough, Menkheperre wonders more abstractly to himself, rocking back onto his haunches.
Hera couldn't resist flapping her wings with sheer joy as knowledge of a new spell flooded her mind. With this, she could be whatever colors she wanted! --maybe she could even add patterns, too!
But she'd start with the basics this time. Hurriedly hopping away from the wishing stone so others could get their turn, Hera reached for that new knowledge, envisioning a pale, warm pink color. Had anyone here ever known the true sky, it might evoke the image of first light just barely peeking through the mist, staining the clouds above a soft, glowing pink. She preened this through her feathers, marveling at the splendid color--and without messy, sticky dyes, too!
The magic felt strong at her beak-tip, and Hera decided in a flash of confidence and inspiration: why not go for something extra? Splashes of shining gold were added to the tips of her primaries and tail feathers, so that they looked as if they'd been dipped in gold leaf. After a moment of thought, she added some to her head, chest, and back, too, just to spice things up.
There. That should last her a while! Thrilled, Hera took off and circled in wide loops above the glowing mosses and stones, laughing and crowing her joy as she soared.
The next day, though, she remembered something else, and returned to the stone to touch her beak to it again. Still riding on the high of her freshly-painted feathers and a bit breathless from the flight there, she whispered eagerly: "Can I have a hat? Or some other accessory, to cover up my bat," and this was said with a dramatic, hopeless sort of distaste, "ears or the light from my eyes? Oh, the green clashes so much!"
"And--thank you," she added belatedly. "I didn't say it yesterday! But thank you so much. This is really amazing. Don't I look amazing?" This last question was really directed to no one in particular, since there weren't many people around at this time of day, and she didn't really expect an answer from the stone, anyway. It was more of an exclamation to herself, an expression of joy and wonder at finally being able to be whatever color she wanted.
OOC NOTE: THIS POST COUNTS AS DAY 6, all posts from me before this one were day 5 which i already got a roll for, so i just need day 6's roll for this one <33
Forgraves had gleefully (and carefully) thanked the rock and picked the tea tray up wrapping a vine throught each handle in an attempts to hold both handles at the same time. he'd have to walk very slowly, but it'd work.
sure enough, 2 days later, he returned! Forgraves figured that, hey, if he was going to ask for those, he'd come back until he was told he couldnt. why not, right?
he sat down by the rock again. "hello again! once again, thank you for the gift last time, ive been getting good reports on my tea's quality since then! solid gift, thank you VERY much!" he said, patting the rock affectionately.
"of course i'm back, so that means i have another request if its not too much trouble?" he asked, before slinking off the star-chart pendant around his neck, holding it forward. "this thing is covered in what looks to be "star charts", or maps of sorts, and i can't find anything in regards to recognizing their origin, or what they might be referring to as, as far as i can tell atleast, we don't have real stars here." he explained.
"could you try and give me some sort of info on it? see if theres anything in the caves that might reference these charts specifically, or give me insight onto how i might find out myself? if not, it's fine, just enchant it or something. thank you!" he asked, before sitting down and waiting patiently for a reply
"Speech." Thoughts.