Apr 15 2018, 02:42 PM

No winds, no stars, no spire nor fog. Nearly a full cycle had passed since that fateful day where he became the magical champion of the caves. It had been a sound victory, but the events leading up to its crescendo had been anything but pleasant. The nightmares were now gone, the hallucinations had not assailed him since the wall had let him go. Surely by now the pattern painter had faded so that the runes were only visible in the pattern of the epidote wall. Was the wall even still standing?
Truth be told he had no idea, and wasn't sure he wanted to know. At that time he had fled to Eridanus and planted himself atop one of the multitude of trees. For the first time in his life he took time off, not practicing magic, not theorizing about magic, doing nothing more than letting his mind recover from the shock of having some alien influence push against his will during that display.
At least he had thought at first that he wasn't practicing magic. The dark green hue of the formerly pale blue feathers on his wings told a different story. Here in this room of plantlife he had surrendered himself to the trees, wanting nothing more than to fade into the background and leave the trauma behind. Here in his perch in the treetops, his light weight supported by giant wings spread across the foliage, he could feel the trees themselves respond to his appeals. The magic came and went as all magic was want to do, but as his own will was shaped by the environment around him he could feel his body changing, adapting to take on aspects of his leafy neighbors. Not once in the last cycle had he needed to abandon his rest to hunt food, and the streams nearby ensured he always had enough water.
He was content here, but could feel restlessness begin to creep back into his mind. This was a vacation, but as much as he had wanted to get away this was no who he was. He could not hide here forever, nor would he want to. It was still too soon to delve into mysteries such as the wall that he had summoned, but he could feel the sirens call of magic study sing to him again. Energy, Light, Fire, Electricity, Arcane, Water, Wind, Primal, Earth, and now Plant; these elements he held command over, with only Fungi and Disease to go. Would anything happen if he managed to access them all? Was this a power that could protect them from whatever had assailed him?
He was thirsty, and the day was still young. His retreat had certainly lasted long enough and a sharp pain in his wing feathers confirmed it; he’d had more than enough light for the moment and it was time to move on. Barely rustling the branches Amras lowered himself onto more stable footing and retracted his wings, hopping softly to the ground level of the room before beginning to make his way toward the stream.
Pouch 1: Baubled talc rods x12 |
Pouch 2: Charcoal dust (50 in3) |
Pouch 3: Dried Mothers Tear mushrooms (25 in3) |
Pouch 4: Charcoal chunks x7 (medium) |
Back bag: Empty |
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