Wilder's ears perked and she smiled.
But then she remembered that she'd actually met another tiger! She tried to imagine how big he was (he was massive!) and then tried to imagine Orlaith being that big. It blew her mind a little bit that her friend was going to be so big.
As Orlaith moved away, Wilder hopped to her feet and scampered over, plopping down next to her. And idea came to her mind as her friend mentioned wanting to sleep.
@Wilder
Wilder sat down and curled up next to her friend, who she noticed had gone to sleep. She knew she could do it, or, at least, she thought she could. It was magic. She knew how to use magic. So she closed her eyes and tried to make it happen, almost like she was connecting her mind to theirs, like she did when she spoke to Squick. But it wasn't working that way. It seemed that the sleeping mind was different then the waking one.
She tried again, this time shifting it so that she was gentler, more enveloping of Orlaith's mind. Instead of a direct connection, she tried to use the arcane whispers to settle over her, like a soft blanket. But, once again, she didn't have the effect that she was looking for. She didn't even manage to establish a normal connection, although that could be attributed to the fact that Orlaith's mind was not awake. She pulled back, trying to think of a solution to this problem.
The longer she sat next to Orlaith the more frusterated she got. She began scratching at the rocks, as if trying to draw up some kind of diagram of how to do this. Her magic always seemed to come through impulse. But now that she wanted to do something real, something thought out, she just couldn't do it. That was a little annoying.
Wilder was starting to get a headeache. Maybe, instead of working so hard, she would just fall asleep too. Just lie down next to Orlaith and take a nap. Magic was so hard...
Despite her dizziness, Wilder was determined to keep trying. She reached forward again with her magic and tried to probe at Orlaith's sleeping mind but she, herself was beginning to fall asleep. She was tired...so tired...she just wanted to sleep and dream...
It was then, half asleep, tired, and still using her magic, did the bolt of energy pass through Wilder's body. Her thin connection with Orlaith might have passed the energy onto her too - it wouldn't hurt, but it was an intense feeling. However, for Wilder, it hurt. It hurt like the day she hatched, when the Spire had reached forward and struck her with lightning.
She screeched and tumbled back, the bolt of magic piercing deep within her body, gripping her hard and smashing down on her consciousness. It only took a second for her entire body to go rigid and her eyes to dull. Her fur began to bristle and her tail was pointed straight and stiff. A gurgling noise came from deep in her throat and her head whipped around strangely, as if looking for something but it was strangely unhinged, dragging along with the movement.
Where was the Spire where was the magic. Where was it where was it. She wanted it she needed it. Where i̸s̴ ̷t̶h̴e̷ ̷m̵͘ͅá̶̠g̶͔͐i̶͇͂ĉ̸̭.
Orlaith wasn't waking up. She hadn't heard the noises Wilder had made and the little cat no longer made any move to complete the spell she had started. Instead, her tail whipped behind her and she twisted around, as if there was something nearby that was bothering her.
All of a sudden she shot off, heading towards the tunnel to Polaris. She would not make it all the way before her trance wore off, but she would be long gone by the time the tiger awoke again.
*exit due to inactivity