Just a simple nod was all it took for Tyr's heart to grow so, so much more excited, the little bird already hopping in place. "Okay!" Already, he had a smaller object picked out, an odd triangle he'd've known as a dirk if this were, perhaps, a different life. He gave pause as the goose continued, though, halting his draw of magic from his chest-gem to give her attention.
The small performance gave Tyr a spot of confusion. What was she doing? Answers came when the bananas popped into view- "Ooh, wow, that's neat!" He supplied, hopping forward. "I think it's still impressive! Is it an infinite supply of food? You'd never have to go search again! You can just... Summon when you're hungry, you can just stay in one place forever, 'long as you don't get tired!" His voice nearly reached another octave as he flapped his wings about as he spoke, animation flowing through his veins in excitement. Sure, he could make stuff float, but he had to find food for himself. This goose- she was talented!
"Wait, lemme- I wanna try with these," he chirped. Alright, just focus your energy, pour it out... He immediately went into his own little ritual, stancing up like a kid on the schoolyard about to do some sick anime pose. Right, step one: eye contact. Got that. Step two: he flared out his wings towards the bananas dramatically, channeling the energy from his gem into his muscles, as if he were lifting it up with one very giant hand.
It didn't go nearly as well as the first time, but he managed to make mystical contact with the fruit as it shakily rose in the air. "Aha- there!" It lifted all the way up to the goose's eye level. "I can also do side to side- I think-" True to his word, he could, but the bananas more rolled and tumbled to the side rather than gracefully floating, but he was doing it! Careful not to shut his eyes this time, Tyr let his sternum press out in a silent, prideful boast.
Sick of bananas? Tyr's never even eaten one- though, maybe, he could see it, if you didn't expand your palette enough it might get boring over time. But, still, what if that was your favorite food? What a conundrum to consider later. "I guess it's good for emergency then? Or when you're pulling late nights working on something or.. Something?" He didn't give thought to elaborate on 'working on' something would be. Working on what, dealing with the debilitating sense of existing? Nah, that wasn't for Tyr. Maybe for other Gembounds, but he had science to ponder! That'd only take up precious brain cells and rot them to nothing.
For now, his mind was set on the bananas themself, returning to his normal stance. ... Okay, yeah this was more comfortable, but he missed the showmanship of the pose he always performed. Always. "Yeah- I guess I was born with it? I just... Do it, and it happens! I do gotta focus, sometimes more than other times, 'specially when it's heavy though." Ever so carefully, the bananas returned to the ground, setting down with the softest of 'plop!'s he could manage. "And I gotta be looking at it the whole time. I can blink and stuff, but if I look away or think too hard on something else usually I lose it? It's what happened with the pole thing." Which he kind of wanted to drag to his nest, but it'd be way too big to do that. He deflated ever so slightly at the mention of him losing concentration on it, though, only to puff back up to his usual pompous stance. "I don't really know much else, uh- I can sort of see into the past? But a lot of times it just shows me deer and stuff running around so I don't do it a lot." He glanced to the tools- would they give more information? But they looked like they'd been here for such a long time- who knew what he'd dredge up. "I did catch a food thief with it though. That was fun- well, okay, not as fun as having my food stolen- but you get the point." He waved a dismissive wing to the thought of it. Ah, that was a while back, wasn't it? Now he had extra measures to his nest, and he'd gotten into the habit with that spell that it sometimes felt like second nature at this point.
The goose freezing startled Tyr for the briefest moments- did he say something wrong? No, no. He definitely said something great. "Uh, yeah! It's something I've always been able to do?" He never realized that others couldn't. Was he special? Was he the only one with this power? Ohoho, that was a big shock to his ego right there.
At the 'wait' he nodded, watching curiously to see where she'd run off to. Did he notice the basket before? No- still, it looked very well made. It must've been made for whatever she had in her beak. It was obviously precious, but.. A rock? Hm. Tyr approached it curiously, tilting his whole body this way and that to look at all the angles he could. "Here, uh- lemme try, I can't really guarantee what I'll find though? It might be weird and cryptic or something." Right- no fancy poses this time. This was important to her. Taking in a breath, Tyr channeled deep into his gem and ever so gently laid a talon upon the apatite, closing his eyes as he wrapped his own magic around its past and tried to shove himself backwards along the strands.
Part of him wanted to ask why she found it so precious, but perhaps he'd learn soon enough.
The world slipped away, and a new one took its place. Shapes moved and shifted in the dim light of a cave tunnel. Bones lay scattered, here and there, a ruined nest lying torn underfoot.
There was a goose, there--like the white before him, but differently-colored. Brown and black, a splash of white. The apatite, now, from which the vision was given, towered over her: attached to another creature, massive, brown, with branched antlers off to either side. And here and there, the other shapes took forms somewhere between them; antlers or webbed feet, wings or bills or hooves. Their children-? And others, too--a striped hyena cub, a young black wolf slipping up alongside the moose.
The Apatite spoke.
"Blackberry, I'm so sorry I left you. I should have been better. A Komodo thug, it tricked me with magic and stole the children. I should have been more vigilant." The moose looked down at the wolf. "This is Jayberry, I found her after I took back the kids from the lizard. She wanted to come with me."
There was pride in him, and shame, and as the goose made to reply--as others shifted, and moved to speak--the vision faded.
The heat and light of Tunnel P bled back in, and the moose, the goose, and their children were gone.
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He knew it'd worked when his vision shifted almost immediately. He made sure to shut his eyes before a sense of vertigo took over him; after using it so many times, it's not like he'd ever get used to it.
He didn't expect much; perhaps he should have. The sheer importance of the scene before him was dropped on a deaf mind, Tyr only watching with a curious twist in his stomach. There were... Odd beings, first of all. A goose like the one before him. Children- children of this old being's gem with the goose? They seemed like that, with forms strewn between them as if sliding on a wavy scale. Canines seemed to haunt with them, as well. He- he's seen ones like that before- Hargrave? Was that their name? But they were missing the laurel that was sat atop their brow- this couldn't have been Hargrave.
His mental squint only grew more severe at a voice ringing out, closest to his vision. Names were given- information, data, an influx of facts Tyr could sift through and organize. Blackberry, Jayberry- those must be names- were they related? The -berry suffix sat oddly on Tyr's metaphorical shoulders. And a warning of a Komodo with magic.
Tyr stood somewhat somber as his own body crawled back to his nerves. So, this gem... This was someone's gem. He just witnessed a being's memories through his own eyes. Feathers tight to his body, Tyr pulled back his claws and kept his dark pink eyes on the apatite.
He swallowed, first. "I didn't know if- that'd work. It's like I saw as them," he spoke ever so softly, shuffling in place. Though- back to the dramatic, he cleared his throat and stood straighter, glancing up to the gooses's face. "It- I didn't see who they were, but.. They were talking to a.. another goose, I think?" He shook his head to this fact. "It's- like I said it's really vague and cryptic and stuff. There were- some names though? They were talking to a Blackberry, and there were a lot of.. Half-moose-goose beings?" Tyr took a step back from the gem, coming fully back to his senses now. "They-" he pointed with a talon to the gem- "Must've raised them. There was a wolf there named Jayberry, too, which.. I don't know, I don't really know people- do you know a Jayberry? The person said they found them when they took back the kids." It was a lot of information to parse, really- a lot of it was glimpses, and most of it was auditory, but putting it into words let his brain work out a cohesive story to it all.
"Sorry it's not clearer, it was really vague and like- if I tried remembering something, but as someone else, y'know? Like, not all the memories were there." He tapped his wing wrists together in thought. Were all old gems like this? Certainly, not all of them could be, right? The ones strewn about? Ones jutting from the ground? They couldn't all be old beings, could they? The implications were... Perplexing, at least.
Looking over the stone even harder, Tyr squinted an eye towards it before giving himself a moment. "I think it was a moose? I mean, they- I?- didn't look at themself so I can't be sure, but probably was a moose." Part of him refused to think of the logistics as to why he knew they were geese and moose and the like, having interacted with only one of the former and zero of the latter.
As the goose spoke again, though, Tyr backed off from the stone and gave hera half-prideful half-wholesome smile. "Hey, you never know! I'm sorry about your memory- wait-" he stopped himself. Couldn't he do this spell on her? But what if he reveals something he'd really not like to see, or something she wouldn't want to share? It'd nearly be rude to ask. No, it would be rude to ask, but Tyr was dying to know. Later- maybe he could try it on himself? Or maybe a lesser, first. What if it backfired?
A million questions ran through his head in moments time, only for him to resume the conversation with a dismissive flap of his wing and a "Ach, nevermind." He was quick to return to his usual, energetic self, standing up taller. "But hey, nah, thank you! I've never had something like that happen!" If he could grab and hug her, he would, but that would also be weird. "This was a very good excursion for me! I wish I could teach you something like that so you can try doing it a lot to the stone, but it gets tiring after a while. Plus it's hard to explain."
Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't know very much about her. Was that because of her own memory loss? How much did she lose? It was a curious case, but, again, could be somewhat invasive to explore or something along those lines. Did... Did she even give him a name? Where did she live? Where did she get the basket?
So, so many questions, and while he had all the time in the world, part of him worried he was keeping her, and risking running a hidden foul temper underneath all that wowed kindness. So, instead, he simply resorted to a simple "Anyways, so, do you think I could do magic on anything else for you?"