Travel had its exciting moments as well as its dull ones. Adventure and discovery thrills that sang to his heart, it wouldn't be difficult to assume that Richter preferred those energetic periods over the quieter stretches of his journeying. But walk or run beside him, and it became clear how opposite the truth was revealed to be when he stopped, ears swiveling, to absorb his surroundings. Times of inactivity offered an opportunity no sensible being would refuse: contemplation of the sights and sounds gathered so that the possibility of a deeper understanding—of the caves, of himself—could be reached. Recently there had been much hopping about on his part and little rest granted for all the witnessed wonders such as glowing rain, crashing waterfalls, or whispering remnants of others' lives to be properly discussed. A good thought session long overdue, he'd found what seemed a nice spot in this latest of destinations, aptly characterized for the current need by multitudinous reflections, and allowed weariness from endless exploration to drag him down to the sturdy stone floor.
Settled onto his side, the view of a peculiar presence was obtained. Beside a less imposing cascade than Pisces's which made up for lack of height through the dazzling waters it dispensed, what appeared to be a wavering breach in reality could be seen. He knew this couldn't be further rivulets from the waterfall draining into the pool below; no moisture other than little droplets clung to the crystal there. This was something out of the ordinary, at least according to what sightseeing had gleaned about the present cave thus far.
Noticing it brought questions unsurprisingly. Yet to be voiced, the soft tap of a claw against the ground counted out the number as each came to pass. The entire while, he watched, gray eyes wide as always when confronted by a new mystery uncovered.
It bounced lightly and lost its fold, sprawled haphazardly across Gemini's rock.
The rift then returned to dormancy, quiet.
Upon further investigation, Richter would find a a long, navy blue hooded cloak made of velvet. Its hood was trimmed with thick fur dyed a lighter gray-blue. A detailed, filigree-like embroidery was etched along the borders of the cloak, done in silver thread. The entire interior of the cloak was lined with silver-blue silk. A silverthread rope tied it in place, lacing either at the throat or down the entire front based on preference at the time. It would, for the most part, fit the kangaroo; a little short, perhaps, but maybe that was for the best: no tangling in over-long limbs as he hopped about.
@Richter
To hear something—someone—from what could best be described as rock warping under an unknown power's influence caused its observer to shift about and prop himself onto elbows. Richter's gaze didn't leave the sight, unblinking while ears prone to drooping perked at the unexpected input. His jaw hung agape for a spell, closed, then opened again as he tried and failed to grasp the scene playing out before him.
"Uh, pardon?" was all he had managed to choke out when light exploded out of the shimmering space and forced him to lift an arm to shield vulnerable sight from the drastic change. No response came other than a curious light thump and skid over stone whose source was soon revealed once he dared to look again.
Whatever strings of concern or fear had been plucked by the sudden event stilled their quivering in an instant upon noticing the package deposited well beyond the waterfall's soaking reach. Claws scrabbled as he hurried to his feet, pouncing upon rumpled cloth in the matter of a few bounding hops. He hefted the bundle up between paws and bent his snout, nose twitching and utterly fearless, to inhale its foreign scent. Without missing a beat, the interior and exterior of this find was explored as well; a little gasp marveled over the many textures his touch passed over.
Softness and warmth were just much a part of the cloak as cold and smoothness were. How its tailor had managed to marry the two together Richter did not understand, so unfamiliar was he with the materials used other than the obvious fur of an unknown creature that made up its trim. The silver detailing indicated craftsmanship of high regard, no doubt a generous amount of care invested into the piece currently in his possession. Intuiting its purpose based off of design, the article of clothing was draped over and revealed to be a decent fit for broad shoulders and a lean torso. Whatever risk of slippage there might have been was quickly negated by tying the attached silver rope down its entire length.
Investigating the rift yielded no evident way to contact whomever had tossed this through. Any claws prodded into it were rejected by a force equal to the amount applied, forever repelled from achieving passage. Whether sound was similarly blocked could not be as easily determined; rubbing clasped paws together, he attempted communication anyway, a sense of obligation demanding he express some form of gratitude instead of simply whisking another's discarded item away.
"Well, I don't profess to know very much about why anyone would want to throw away such a grand thing as this. Um, frankly, there ain't many things out there I know a whole lot about. And that includes this, y'see, but I reckon that's your reason and I don't have too much right to cram my nose where it probably doesn't belong." He wrung his paws together and tried to better organize his thoughts. "A-anyway, even if you don't want it anymore, I promise to take good care just in case you ever want to reconsider. Now I have my doubts you've ever seen Ursa, but I can guarantee it'll see plenty of use there whenever I've got to hop on through. So, uh, thank you. For the extra protection from the wind."
Although he'd never toyed around too much with the power to conjure a pumpkin and therefore had no idea its lifespan or whether any scavengers would enjoy its taste, a little magic trickled out from Richter and was applied to the ground in hopes of creating a colorful marker to revisit this waterfall again in the future. Lack of experience or plain misfortune resulted in a disaster emerging instead: seedless guts spilled out from a misshapen fruit collapsed inward and browned by accelerated aging. The putrid flesh drove him to bury his snout in the more welcoming smell of his newly acquired cloak's hood. Mildly disgusted but mostly bemused, a shrug was offered to his failure.
"I suppose that works too," he remarked to himself. "Mind it would've been better not, uh, stink everything up."
Indeed it'd be hard to miss such a revolting stench passing by as the one that now permeated this section of Gemini. He turned away and started searching for fresher air to breathe in.
-Exit Richter