MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
For a quick moment, Ghanyarah didn’t understand what she was talking about. Not telling her not to follow him? When had he ever told her not to follow him? He thought of the few times they met - the last time he saw her was before they even discovered the watery tunnel leading to Fornax. Or… was it after that? Was it the war she waged against the deer? He was beginning to remember that too. There were other times they met. The first one… he’d been small, so small and vulnerable. He remembered being chased by the lynx.
He remembered being intimidated by Arkrael, who even then had been bigger than him. Yes, he recalled it now, how he defensively told her to not follow him as he fled back to his tree. The thought of it now made his lips curl with laughter.
But she had regrets of her own, admitting that she could have made a better effort to see him too. Not that he expected her to. He wasn’t sure he had ever really considered them friends until recently, when he found himself thinking back on all the Gembounds he hadn’t seen in a while, all the faces he would have wanted to call friends. The laughter ebbed away as he mulled it over. Maybe all of them had taken each other for granted, too young to realize what they could be missing in the future.
He said nothing more until they neared the tree. Ghanyarah couldn’t see much in the dark, but he knew that this was the place he was supposed to be. It’s broad emptiness and squelching mud remained familiar under his long, sharp toes. “I wish it wasn’t so dark,” he sighed, flicking his tail, “you’d be able to see better…” The reptile waddled over to the front of the tree, where he knew Netil’s chrysalis would lay in the embrace of the roots and Lituus’ and Odin’s shards sat within it. “Can you see at all?”
@Arkrael