The arrival of the owl had him blinking in surprise--and then it was gone."Oh, I was only going to ask-..." And it was gone- ...where Dad-Dad went, he finished, in his mind.
Well, maybe he could ask after this was done. Trial-? That's what Dread had come for, right? Or, rather, come back after doing?
He looked around, and jumped, flinching, at the slithering over one talon. Well, whatever that was hadn't seemed aggressive, at least, and he exhaled, looking around himself and focusing.
The room had... changed. It still was changing, in subtle ways, the rock finishing its reformations, groaning as it finalized its new shapes, its walls and chambers. The whole room resonated with his own sort of magic, but he didn't grasp quite what that meant. It seemed to be a sort of maze, ahead: gaps here and closed-tooth stone structures in other places, walls formed of rocky teeth.
"Am I meant to pass through there?" he called out, at last, uncertain. He wanted to reach out, to test the bacterial life ahead but that was something he'd never learned to do.
But-... maybe there was another way to navigate.
He focused for a moment, intending to form a parasite--something like he'd sent after Orthoclase-Alpha a long time before, something to follow and glow after the scale-tailed thing, something to show him the way. Instead, he accidentally swallowed it.
Almost immediately he felt sick--and worse than that, now he was glowing, not only from his eyes but a small ball that could be seen descending down his throat, illuminating the scales of throat and belly.
"Oh, shit," Blight half-whispered, craning his head to try and look down at himself--and then hiccupped, nausea rising in him.