[Event] And To All A Good Night

Squelch stopped by Pisces for a snack on his way back to Fornax. Fish, his favorite food, were abundant and easy to catch here. He spent much of his time chasing the schools in the lagoon, corralling them with bubbles and flashes of light, picking them off one by one. It was terror for the fish, but as for Squelch, it was the most fun he had in a long while. It had been sometime before he surfaced, but when he did, the eel-creature leapt up on the rocky banks in one, graceful motion. The hint of a smile was on his fishy face. His slimy, purple skin was practically glowing.

Soon, it would be back to work. Little Mother was waiting for him on the island and he still needed to finish fortifications. He had been away long enough. The smile faded as he padded towards the tunnels. There was so much to do, so little time, and under all of that, he had to stay low. Squelch paused and looked around at Pisces. He wondered if he should set up a decoy here; something to keep Astraea and his ilk busy.

Suddenly, something caught his eye, strange colors among the rocks. He crept closer to investigate. It seemed to be.. a pile of pearls of many colors and sizes, with bows on top. He squinted. This was suspicious. His eyestalk swiveled to the two gembounds talking nearby. They had pearls of their own. Hmm...

Squelched crawled up the pearl pile and inspected it. These were not like any pearls he has seen. Carefully, he picked up a reddish one. It felt.. alive somehow. He tapped on its surface. Perhaps, there was creature inside.

His eyestalk flicked back to the others and blinked. His head followed suit. They were talking about someone name Naskital, perhaps the one responsible for these pearl-things. He croaked, then cleared his throat, hobbling up to the new-cycles, still clutching the red pearl. "Um.. excuse me, who is Naskital?" He's never heard of that gembound in his life, and he certainly didn't see him leave the pearls here.

She shuffled in slowly. Distant voices drew her closer, and a faint whispering caught her sensitive hearing. There weren't words, or none that she could make out, only strange sussurations, and she crept closer and closer to the pile.

Through her haze of green, she could make out other shapes, moving, but the whispering drew her until talons clamped gently around her violet-pink prize.

"What is this? she asked--even demanded--of the other shapes and voices close to her. They had been here first; surely they would know? She sought clear vision of it, head tilting to one side.

The emerald color seemed to briefly clear, and she saw a sled piled high with orbs, an odd and rubbery blue figure placing them there, and humming. It faded as quickly as it'd come--and Hecate had learned, by now, that her magic showed her the past, rather than the present. (It had taken her an embarrassingly long time to work this out.)

"I see the thing you described," she said, haughty, hardly daring to call it a person. She'd heard Azizos' brief description on approach, and this vision certainly seemed to match it.

ATTIKIAS
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Attikias had been coming back this way sometimes after meeting with the wolf and discovering the cave's wonderful waterfalls he could take in. Eridanus? Sure, it had its own, but the blue of the water had drawn him more often than he expected. Maybe it was the color of the area- he genuinely enjoyed it, felt like he properly fit in for once compared to all the browns he saw so often.

Here, though, he'd been pulled more often lately, and attested it to a simple desire to return. That's all it could be, right? He could get some carving done, maybe. This place did feel a tad less cursed than the Eyes, after all. So, with his bag at his hip and a preparedness to create, he stepped foot into the cave to witness a particular gathering of gembounds.

One thing he did notice, was the unnatural snow- it was cold against his bare soles. He should maybe get some covering for that, but right now the discomfort was overlapped by an innate sense of wonder at this collection of people. Plus, there was a particular white he recognized. Which one was it, though?

His curiosity spurred on him on a path closer to them, and a want to see his newfound friend lifted his heart. Not wanting to call out the wrong brother, he spoke out with a simple yet elated "hey!" when he was close enough. Azizos permitting, he'd put his hand on the kirin's back to pat it when he was noticed. "It's good to see you."

This was a particularly interesting collection, though. Now not focused on Azizos, he took in the piles of items, tail flicking behind him with interest. He'd picked up at least the latter half of the conversation- a Naskital and a confirmation that it was them? Then, someone was just leaving objects strewn about? Curious. Running his thumb in thought across Azizos's back (still permitting), he lifted the other to his chin. The note had some sort of scribbling on it that he couldn't recognize. Ah, well, hm. "Are they free to take? Did they just... Leave them here for other people?" It seemed like an odd gesture, and he wasn't going to steal from someone, but they were just kind of strewn about here. They certainly weren't here a few days ago, that was for sure.

Those in possession of a pearl will, today, feel it shimmer and ready itself. The tiniest touch of magicka will release a flood of it in return: knowledge of a new spell. If the pearl is given away, the recipient may learn the spell instead.

Vyette (or whomever is gifted her pearl, if she chooses to give it away) will learn a random spell of Arcane magic.
Azizos has chosen a pearl holding an unknown Pressure spell.
Squelch's pearl holds an Animal spell.
Hecate has chosen Arcane.