Miru's gaze glossed over as the kitten spoke again, its voice taking qualities of the infinite abyss she had seen in its pink eyes.

Child of mind and child of reality... what threads have the fates spun to tangle you in such a web? Would yours be a path so marked as to tread upon the joys of free will?

Her blank expression revealed nothing of this inner monologue even as the kitten reached out toward her statuesque form.

The chaos of the abyss grips at you, young one, but do you comprehend how? Has your mind authority over your movements or have you been cursed to be destiny’s pawn?

There was no fear of the claws, no reaction save for her steady gaze. Within the kitten's eyes she saw no malice and therefore her trust was absolute.

Luckily with a spark of misfired magic and a cry of pain the kitten's mania appeared to end.

"You may be more correct than you realize in how you connect yourself with magic, but know that it is not a common thing." she spoke soothingly as though nothing had just transpired. "Are you okay, young one? To be used by magic, I imagine, is not a feeling to be envied."

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Though my thoughts are my own
"This is my greatest tool to hone"
Tags: @Wilder

The kitten stared at the stranger, quite confused. "Used by magic? W-what? I wasn't used...used by magic I don't...do I know how to use magic?" The word magic was really making her head feel funny and she groaned as she got up.

She tottered back to the fox and sat down, curling her tail around her. For a moment she just stared at the fox, unsure of what to say as her mind reeled. At one point, she just simply blurted out, "You know, I think I've figured out a name for myself. I'll be called Wilder." There wasn't any particular reason for this name, it was simply one she chose. She bowed her head a little bit. "And yeah, I'm fine. I just don't know what's going on."

@Miru

Miru's tail began to swish idly again as she lay before the kitten in observation. Its countenance showed no signs of dismay over its previous fit. In fact the child didn't seem to have even recalled the strange words and stranger actions at all!

She rested in silence as the destined one approached and took a seat. It trusted her? She knew from observations that her mannerisms were not the norm among the cave's inhabitants, that what she considered to be fun might easily label her as an oddity. Perhaps it was that they were new to this world or perhaps the depth of their senses could pierce the barrier of appearance to see her true intentions as benign. Whatever the case might have been she was happy for the company.

The company of Wilder, as the fated eyes wished to be called.

"It is good to meet you, young Wilder. I suppose then that I, in turn, should introduce myself." she spoke, bowing her head respectfully, "I am a lone seeker of fun within this vast world, known to few by any name at all but to myself at least as Miru."

With a deep breath she returned to her relaxed upright lounging position. "All sentient creatures within the caves know how to use magic, though not all kindle the skill" she started, closing her eyes to feel the arcane hum around her. Yes, another demonstration was in order. "Sometimes it hurts to use magic and sometimes magic can produce great wonders, but it is a part of who we are and its mastery has the potential to both express and fulfill the desires within our own hearts."

The cyan glow surged up within her fur at an intensity that surprised even Miru herself. With the light of the spire shining upon her the spell groaned and shifted and swirled out of control, breaking away from her and manifesting itself into a bright ghostly blue flame that hovered in the air between them.

---

Though my thoughts are my own
"This is my greatest tool to hone"
Tags: @Wilder

Wilder listened a little aimlessly. This was a strange fox and she talked weird but she kind of liked that. Black Dog was so mature and big and stoic. This was a, what did she call it...hermit? Yes, a hermit that seemed to like philosophy.

She barely understood her introduction sentence but what she got out of it was that her name was Miru and that, maybe, she didn't get out too much? She tilted her head and flicked her tail. "Do you not make a lot of friends? Is that why no one knows your name? I like making friends! We're friends now, right?"

But all this talk of magic was drawing Wilder deeper and deeper and it was, eventually, the sight of the blue light that set it off. Eyes widened and pupils dilated. She slowly stood up, the fur on her spine rippling. "I̵̯͆s̵̨̄ ̶͕̄t̶̖̎h̶̢̓a̴̭͋t̷̳̔.̷̮͑.̵͔̈.̵̰̀.̶̉ͅt̴̲̀h̴̤̋é̶̟ ̶̢̛Ș̴̀p̷̻̈i̴͔͒i̸̱͋i̴̾͜i̸̦͆ì̴͍r̸͔͐ŗ̸̕r̸̞̓r̸̛̩r̴̟̊ṛ̴͘e̴̤̿?" She reached out to touch it with a trembling paw and felt heat touch her skin but it didn't burn. She chocked and gasped, stepping away. Her whole body was trembling and her ears were turning back and forward back and forward. It was like she had lost control of her body's functions. "N̵̨̐o̵̫̕o̷̫͝o̵͎̽o̶̩̾ợ̶o̸̘͘o̷̖͋...." she gasped, "n̵̥͘o̶̜͗t̷̳͂.̶̳̓.̵̩̃.̶͎͘t̷͍͝h̵̻͝e̸̠̓ ̷͓͘S̷͉̏p̴̮̈i̵̱͝r̵͎̓ë̸͈́.̷͍͋"

She reached forward, her claws unsheathed, as if meaning to touch the fox, but from where she stood her paw could not reach. In her strange, garbling, harsh voice she cried, "Ẅ̷̝͕̞̱́h̴̟͈̟́o̶͓͌͒͠...̶̟̓͑̍͝a̶̱͉̒r̴̜͙̤̀̓̇͠e̸̫̥͌ ̶̹̱̩̓͋͆y̷̯̐̈̂̍ȍ̴͕́̒ů̵̢͂͘..."

@Miru

The little kitten's declaration of friendship drew a deep chuckle out of this 'hermit'. She had walked alongside others before and had gathered forces for a common goal, but friendship was not a thing she often sought out for its own sake. Perhaps that was a folly; what fun might she be missing in watching the antics of others as though taking in a performance? How much more satisfaction might she derive from diving in and becoming a part of the play of imagined crisis and manufactured drama?

"Friendship is a lovely thing, is it? Very well then!" she declared with joyful eyes, "On this day I become a friend of Wilder and they in turn a protected friend of mine."

There was a depth to these words, much more akin to a pact being formed than a casual declaration of acknowledgement. For Miru, after all, words were something to be twisted and juggled and toyed with, but never taken lightly.

Just as this declaration was made under the wisp's ghostly blue light though another strange transformation took place in the Wild one. In what almost looked like a seizure the abyss took hold once more, prompting the kitten's possessed voice to ring out about the Spire.

Source of magic, the heart of the world, is it you who speaks through this small vessel? No, surely the Spire would not speak of itself in such confusion. Another being of unknown origin, a mind that sees the light shining in the cosmos and seeks to understand?

Miru's head lowered almost imperceptibly as narrowed gaze locked upon the touched cat. "The light is of the Spire, filtered through its children, but not the Spire itself." she spoke watching the physical form of her new friend move erratically. "As for me, I am simply a holder of light and a seeker of fun. I exist in this world a physical being but like all greater gembound connected to the fabric that ripples under the surface of all."

Tension began to form in the fox's limbs as she prepared for any possible reaction to her next question. She wasn't going to hurt the kitten but when dealing with the unknown like this precaution had to be taken. "Voice who speaks in kitten's tongue, do you claim the title of Wilder? If not then what is it that you seek in this plane?"

---

Though my thoughts are my own
"This is my greatest tool to hone"
Tags: @Wilder

The kitten, in her trance-like state, seemed surprised that Miru was trying to engage her in conversation. She tilted her head as if confused but nothing showed on her face or in her eyes. "W̸̧͍͐̾̅͆e̸͍̦͖͍̿̏ ̷̞̘̭́͂̆ḁ̵͍̫̑̓́r̸͖͈͎̣̔͠e̸̢̊̅̄ ̸͖̻͗̐͑͘͜à̶̡̓ḻ̴̝̜̳͑̑ļ̷̭̺͂.̸̧͔͍̩̽.̶̦̦̭̙͝.̸̬̽ť̶̨̫ͅh̵̨͖̿̌͑e̴̡̯̰̺͛̈́͆ ̸̬̣̚͝S̵̛͇̫̍̍ͅp̵͓̩̙͒̀̅ì̶͔͆̎͝ṟ̴̯̀̀͊̍e̷͇̪̥̅̆?̶̤̦̑̍͝ ̶͔͓͔̒͘N̶̞̟̓̌o̶̥͑̈́͜͠.̴̨͙̻̌̏͑͠.̶̧̧̑̀͆.̸̡̖͚̖̾͊o̷̞̱̟̓n̴̜̰͎̤̍͋̔́l̴̹̈́͂̀̚ẙ̴̰͍̼̏ ̴͓̬͇̔Ĩ̵͙̼͈̄.̶̝͎̯̀̏̈͋.̷̘̹͒͘͠.̵̢̱͔̇͝o̸͖̳͍͑̌̿ͅņ̸̻̅̈͝l̴̫͈̣̆y̸͚͖̱̍ ̸͈̩͖̜́͑Ḯ̵̝̒͜ ̵̮̹͈̼̿̿̓t̴̢͉̙̥̉̂̎̆ẖ̶͎̙̒̆̂ė̷̥ ̷̠̏͒̋̇S̸̛̹p̴̢̗͐̒͛̔ḭ̶̾͛r̶̫̖̝̾̀̏͝e̴̢̛̗̎̏͘!̴̝̈́͗͑͋" Her words ended with a hiss and she stood and advanced towards the fox slowly, her eyes now bulging from her head and her tail thrashing out of control.

"I̴̩͖̍̂̚ ̸̘͋̂w̷̻͔̋͝a̴̟̟͕̿̉̏̅n̶͙̤̻̈́̅̚t̵̗͚̳͑͊ͅ.̵͕̞̾͑̆.̶̧̙͎̋̃͜.̷̞̓́̆̕m̷͕̺̭̊̀͠a̷̟̼̮̿ͅg̴̫̋ḯ̷̻͊c̷͔̟̪̉̌̋͑!̷̹̲̅̍͛" The words were getting harder to understand as she spit and hissed through her speech. "Ġ̶̟̫̜̈̅̇͜į̵̡̯̿v̸̨͔̯̒̂̐̈́́̉͜e̴̪̳͋̀͜ ̵̪͖̉̾̎̈̕į̷̘̟̬̗̊̔̕t̴̢̙̮̀͐̋̽͒͘ͅ.̸͎̝͈̬̩̽͋ͅ.̸̱͖̱̘͙̂́́ͅ.̴̰̻͑̓̒̍̊̾s̶͑͘͜h̸͛͆͆̏̅͘͜ǒ̶̯͆̇̓́w̴͈̯̍͋̃̚ ̴͍̇͛̆̈́́m̴̨̭̖̄̌̓̔̔e̷͙͍̎͋̉!̵̙͓̮̯̞̪͛͊̀"

The rocks around her began to rise as she stopped moving, standing before Miru, trembling and staring into nothing. There was a terrible noise coming from her throat and foam was starting to bubble at her mouth.

@Miru

Miru slowly stood, head lowered as the possessed kitten drew near. As before her gaze held no aggression, but rather a deep focus on the situation at hand. The voice did not seem to be directly in her friend's control, yet it didn't seem to be completely eldritch in nature either. New to the world yet deeper than conscious thought... could it, perhaps, have been a life that had failed to manifest a body? Had a second consciousness imprinted itself upon Wilder, lashing out as it tried to understand the state it found itself in?

"The spire is important, the source of all, yet its gifts are not exclusive." she spoke in calm voice, eyes unblinking as she locked gaze upon the child.

As rocks rose from the ground it was becoming more and more apparent that this entity was throwing a bit of a temper tantrum. It wanted magic, but could not express to what end. If this continued too much longer they might both be in danger.

"Time is vast and experience deep. Dip your paw into the well of knowledge but do no jump in lest it drag you away to your demise." she continued on, mind racing on how to get the idea across to a creature that may or may not understand her words at this point.

Memories of the hunter of dreams sprang to mind and with it memories of the resonance that it had left in her mind. Could she subject a friend to such a thing though? No, not a chance- at least not in the way it had been used by the monster. She could, however, modify the imagery projected and hijack the resonance to get her point across. Probably. It was worth a try anyways.

Her gaze continued to lock onto those pink eyes as she conjured up deep imagery of the room of howling wings, in which a deadly tornado spun. Upon that image she superimposed the room they were in right now. Landscapes mixed and merged, leaving the impression of crags and crystals everywhere. A great spire of awesome power now shared location with a great swirl of awesomely powerful wind, debris flying all around. Wild, majestic, deadly. This mental image she willed forward into the mind of the possessed kitten before her.

"Be calm, for the beauty you reach for swirls with oblivion beyond comprehension." she spoke once more with a tone close to compassion. "Do not envy the fires of creation lest you wander into them and become undone."

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Though my thoughts are my own
"This is my greatest tool to hone"
Tags: @Wilder

Wilder wasn't listening. Her whole body was vibrating violently, her ears were pulled back and her tail thrashing out of control. She was hissing and spitting and groaning and grumbling and making all kinds of horrifying noises. Her claws were going in and out in and out in and out her eyes were rolling and she looked on the edge of collapse.

But when Miru touched her mind with the images...the image of the Spire, regardless of anything around, her eyes bulged wide and she screamed.

"Ṭ̷̳̭͙̲͚̳̫͆̀͂̋͂̂̕͜͝͠H̸̡͚̣̳̪̤͎͇͋̓͊͆̚͘͜͠E̷̦̻̖̺͍͈̗̊̊̈́ ̵̨͖̦̝̔̀̉͂̐͗̿̈́̀̾P̴̨̹͔̩̪͚̔̓̌͋̐͑͛͛̔́͋̚͘ͅA̵̗͕̳͂̍̎̉̓̃̈̏́͗͝Ȉ̶̢̹̭̯̱̲͔̭͉̲̼͛͛̀͒͝N̸̢̼̤̜̠̠̟̫͌͐̎̅̿͑͋́́͜͝ ̸̨͕͍͓̖̻͂͒̄̂͛̈́̍̈́̀͊͘͝Ť̴̨̡̧̫͉͔̝͈̪̜̻͖̱́H̸̨̗̹͂̒̈́͜Ę̵̞̞͖̰̺̺̻͎̻͍̆̃ͅ ̵̧͔̦̗̹͇̮̓̌͐̄̾͒̊̓̂͗P̷̱̳͇͖̣̻̩̈̀͛̐̾͑̚͝Á̶̡͈̙̜̳̻̬̈́͐̒̆̕͘͠Ỉ̶̢̛̭̼̯͂̂́N̸̟̰̐̒͋̂̄̃̀́͂͝͝ ̸͎̜̬͇̹̼͇͉̠̲͗͗̏͝͝͝I̵̦̪̰̮̺͚̘͕̖͈̞̮̔̌́̄̍̿̑̔͒̍͐̕͝͝T̴̛͉̺̝̗̼̥̠͈͖̭̙̪̔̑̈́̽̇́̉̒̏̈́̐̌̚ ̷̱̜͗H̷̳̬̺́U̵̩̍̌̋͒̍̕͝R̴̨͎͍̞̖͓͈̙̲͚͒̆̿̏̏T̶̛̗̗̻͈̆̍̂̎̽̾͗̕͠͝Ş̴͈̥̆̚ ̵̡̙̜̙͍͍̤̋̀͆͊̍N̸̫̭̖͇̘̦̓̐͒̋̋͝Ò̷̜̙̺̣̮̋ ̸̯̠͎͋̍͊̈́N̶̛̠̄̈̊̎̈́̈́̇̐̓̾̋͝O̴̗̠͖͚̼͛̉͆̐͋̿̔̃̅̈́͗̕ ̵̣͒̚N̶̢͉̣͕̘͔̞͇̲̏͌͌͐̀̉̑̄́͝Ò̵̜͖̽̊̎̃͐̆̋͂̈́̚͝ ̶̛̲̙̦̟̙̻͔̥̥͊̈́̄̒̔̽͆̅̕͘N̸̢̛͎͇͍̗̦̱̯̮͛͋̇̌͌̇́͊͌͐̄͋̅͜Ŏ̴͕͇̈́̅̾͗̂̌͆͘ ̵̣͈̫̱͙̆̑̅̓̈́̋̾̌̓̕͘͜I̷̧̤͈̮͚̯͔̻̲̠̱̫̣̓̉̇̅̿T̶̛̲͉̏͗̽̎̐̃̋̉̕ ̴̹̜̼̭̱̤̰̻̯͎͎͛̈́͌́͝H̴̟̼͙͈̩̼̲̞̺̠͆̑͐̈́͆Ù̸̧̫̟̠͙͖̻̏̅͝R̶̨̝̫͇̟̙̤̹̘̣̝̫͇͊͗͆͠T̸̡̛̥̣̻̥̄̐́̀̋͝S̸̲͈̳̘̜̳̲͎̪̣̱͍̎̿͗̀̔͐̅͜͜ ̶̡͎̹͍̘͙̳̯͓̗̬̍̇͗S̵̢̲̝͙̜̣̋͂̍̚T̴̢̳̳̺̑Ő̶̬̯̗̺̼̈́̾͊͊̃̔͂̈́̚P̸̮͈̟̘͂̀̔ ̵̢̜͖͖̪͔͇̥͖̮̜͒̆S̷̢̡̡̢̜͎̫͖̱̖̩̖̝̲̈́̈́͂͑͋̔̆̾̾͘Ṯ̸̨̬͓̟͕͔̪̮̪̪̥̱̘̋̃Ő̸̺̳̖̖͉̰͚͕̃̎̃͝P̶̯̫͚̈̈́̐̇̔͋̓̏̂̐̍́͒ͅ ̴̡̞̻̗̲̠͊̔̒́͜͜T̶̡̢̲͎͙͚̻̠̳͙̣̫̬̀͘H̷̛̗̋̃͐͊̑̋̓͝Ę̵̹͔̤̬̔̈́̏̄̍̈̑ ̸̦̝͉̺͎͕̹͎̗͋̄ͅͅͅP̴̧͕̟͚̠̉̎A̵̠̥͉̜̥͔̼̠̳͇̠̾I̶̖͚̰̓̆̇̚N̵͎̿̀͗̏͑̋ ̵̣͕͉͊̒ͅS̷̢͕͇̰͈̦̥̍̃̀̽̽̔̏̌̄̀T̸̩͓͕͙̥̻̃Ŏ̷̮̲̗̭̤͂̂͐̂̑͊͋͛P̷̢̧̧̱͚̗͎̭̟̋͗̀̿͋̀̀̊̿̑͝ͅ ̴̧͕̤̮̮̲͚͗̋̈́͆̓̈́̿͜͠T̷̬̻͙̜̏̓̈́̐̍̇̐͛̚͜͝͝H̸̛̱̗͈̣̘̖̗͍͇͉̩̀̂̓̿̐̅̚͜Ę̶̪͎͉͛̔͛͂͊ ̶̢̥̬̮̲̻̘̹͔̟͂̕͝P̸̪̦̥̟͍̞̼̰̰̦̯̓͗̈́͊̒̕͠ͅͅÁ̸̡̨̛̞̹̖̻̹̠̥̯͛̂̔̽͝Í̶̧̢͉̀̈́͛̆̚̕ͅN̴̡͔̩͖̜̭͇͎̦͎͑͒̉͋͑̋̓͒̒̒̀̕ ̸̢̧͇̰̼̮͖̮̱̣̗͍͓̥̎̆̑̐T̷̛̗̱̲̺͔̱̬̘͖̉̒̎̃͒̓̈́̈̎̓H̷͎̽͛̏̅E̸̗̒̋̇́̂̈́͌̈̑͝ ̵͙̞̣̺͖̯̖̻̼́̍̈̾̈́̑͂̎͗̕͠͝Ś̸̢͕͎̦͍̙̭̞̎̎̅̊̓͐̾͗̚͘͠P̶̼̯̣̩͙͇̜̰̣͖̙̳̊̔̈́͋͂I̷̡̙̊̀̾̎̃͗̃͠R̷̢̨̙̻͍̜̙̥̮̯͙̗̩͓͂̃̽̋͐̉E̴̛̳̰̫͐̀̓̎̊́͗ ̵̧͔̦̀̈́͋̆͜N̴̫̬̄̿͜Ọ̴̎̈́͊ ̷̨̛̜͙̰͚̪̜̺̟͑͂̕I̵̡̛̝̯͈̬̲̯̫͈͌͐ͅ ̵̢̡̨͖̮̫̻̹̺̘̟̫̣͗͑̀͐̆̕͝͝C̸̨̩̫̖̩̺̔͗̀͘̕Ȁ̴͇̱̹͕̬͓͖͎́͒̈͑̇̂̄̌̚̚͜͝ͅN̸̢̨͇͙͕̞̯̟̲̙͍̗̎͌͆̄́̋̏͐̾̕'̵̭̱̞̣͖̞̤̖̰̱̮͑̔̔̽̍͊̑̕T̵̨̲̳̥̟̜̙̤̬͗͌̎̈́̓͛͆͋͊̾̑́̚ ̵̧̥̝̻̦͙̥̼̻͎̙̍͗͛͂͒͗̽̓̾̀͝͝I̸͓̩͕̝̖̘͊͌̎͌̋̇̈͑́̀̅͝ ̶̛̛̭̳̙͚̦̲̿́̋͊̇̈͌̃̏̋̕͠Ĉ̷̠̔̇̑͒̌̂͌̐̚̚͜Å̷̡̝̹͇̉̒͆̈̓͘͠͝Ṋ̸̡̛̥̙͉̼̰̳̱̹̙͊́͒͗́́͝'̷̬̘̥̊͆̽̍͋͝Ť̴̲͔̠̳̯̻̟͔̔͆̈͐̍͛̀́͒͑̿͗͘͜ͅ ̷̛͍͎̜̋̑́͆́̈́̒̃̂̇C̷̢͔̤̱̪͈̦̼͙̀͜A̷̗̳̘̜̭͎̘̳͗̽̍̓͑̓̓̄͛́̉̕N̴̖͂̉̐̀'̴̤͒̈́̈́̀T̶̡̡̘̖̔͑̑͌͋͋̒̈́͋̋̎͆͌̚ ̴͓͚͉̯̥͇̀̿̐̈́̋̈́͂̕S̵̢̺̲̯̬̪̒̍̿̈̀̌̈́͂͌̉͛̓̕̕͜͜T̵̙̭̩̙̜̟̓Ö̷̡̟̠̘͈̟̰̯́͆̔͗̉́́̐́̈́͒̈͝Ṗ̶̜̱͔̩̦̩̓̀ͅͅ ̴̛̩̟͓͕͈͔̙͍̱̮̂̽̆̋̿̀͊̑͠ͅS̵̖̆̿̊͋́͋́͗̐͆͒̚̕T̷̨̛̜̹̭̤̺̖̤̬̆̈́͐̃̍̓ͅƠ̴̡̨̪̗̎̿̎̇̓̌͊̂̍͝͝P̸̨̖̤̤̥̞̼̽͛̏̈́̀̐͝ ̶̜̬͎̝̭͕̟̈́̀̆̋̒̔̉̓́̃̒̃͘͜͠S̶̢̨̯͎̰̪͚͈̯͉̪̖̦̳͋́͑͂̾̂̑̀Ţ̴̨̛̟̹̱͔̠͔̼͙̼͓̙͉̒̑͑͆̅̌̕Ò̵̢̬̱̝̰̺͖͇̰̺̠̭͈̾̾͘ͅP̴̲̱͖͚̣̱̯͇͊̽ ̷͔̱̭̜̐͊̀̿̓̋̎̑̒̕͘̚͝͝T̵̨͙̞̻̱̍͒́͆̓̊̕̚͜͝ͅH̶̼̼̘̯͙̝̼̎͌̊͜Ė̵̫̯͇̍̓̈͒ ̸̡̢̱͖͈̩͍̣̞̓Ş̵̦̞̝͑͂͝P̷̨̭͚̰͉̻̞̫͉͚̗̗͗̋̀͆̆̾͆̇̎̓̿͜Ȉ̷̫̦̞͍͖̖̬̭̤̹̠̺̖̻̿͊͝Ṟ̵̨̯͙̫̖͚̿̃̿͂͗̀Ę̴̡̧̡̢̛̬̝͕͓͕͈͉̇̽̌͋̆̂̿͒̍̆̔̕ ̴̛̟͖̻̯̎̀͑̽̎͒̂̒̍̈́͑Î̶̧̛̬̯̙̠͍̠̣̯̳͐͗͒͝S̸̨͖̘̽̈́̈́̔̽͂͝ ̶̺̆̃̿̒́́̉̑͌͋͝C̸̢͖̲̲̬̞̓͌̽̑͂̋̅̃O̶̘̯̬̥̮̠͚̦̮͋̋͗͛̊̉͒͗̔́̑͜M̸̨̪͙͙̻̠̰̬̀͊̉̅I̶̡͈̟̤̙̯̘̰̼̞̠̣̦̗̊̓́̈̅͂͘͝N̶̡̪̺̰͇̬̳̟̰̣̄͌͛͌̊͋͠͝G̴̭̦̪͓̫̜̜̋͛͂̓̄̚͝ ̸̢̹̲̩͈̖͕̯̯̟̻̥̆͐̈́̌Į̶̞̤̯͓̖͓̹̙͙̜̄̓͗͂̕͜͠ͅT̵͓̳̣͛͌̈́̽̍͌́̑̈̕͘S̴̞̱͖̩̮͉̟̘̩͂̂̓́͛̾̚͜͝ ̴̳̳̊̄͋̚C̶̝̗̥̝̙̻͛͜Ȍ̶͔̼M̶̢̜̭̟̪͇̗̮̬̎͋͂̇́̌͌̿̅͘̕͝Í̶̭̉̿̀͘͘Ņ̵̡̜̼̮̮̯̗̩̺͎̣̌̓̋̾̇͐̉͗̾́͆̚͜͠G̸͇͓̰̭̠̹̰̱̖͑̈́̃͐͒̉̈̍̾̚͜ ̸͇̳̺̙̘̬͍͘Į̶̨̛̳̺̺͇͖̗̣̲͎̭͂͛̀̈̊̌̾̑̑͐͒͜͠T̶̺̄̃̈S̵̰̣̪̰̰͙̻̼̈̈́͝ ̷̨̭̣̦͚̩̇̎̉̏̉͜͝ͅC̸̡̻̬̝̮̜̗̹͎̻̝̤͚̄Ọ̸̢̲̥̗̠̥̖̝̏͐͑͜͝M̶͍̲͔̤̙͖̝̱̩̭̗̥̉͝Į̷͓͎͓̞̹͍͍͓̒́̾̿͒̈́͂̓̎̄͗̐͛̿Ņ̶̛͖̳̟̙͉̖̞̼̈̍͌̀̏̅̎̊ͅG̷̢̢͈͇͎͇̲̯͕̳̩̒̓̕͜ ̵̬͈͎̬̻́́͆̀͒͂͌̀͝T̴̺͖̮͔̪̦̭̼͍̩͔͎̥̂̚H̴͙͖͆̎̇̌̔E̵̺̪̟̲̱̦͈̱̲͗͗̒͜ ̷̜̻̻̲̪̼̞͖̘͓̓̔͒̍̒̓̐͐͘͘͜ͅS̸̰̜̻͉͖͎͇͚̳͇̍͆̀̓̌͛̃̓̒͗͌P̷̧̛͚̮̖̘̹̳͔̯̳̠͈̊̽̒̇̇I̷̢̧͙̘͚̼͔̤̣̖͍̟̋͆̀͒̍͜͝͠Ȓ̷̻É̶̡̛͚͈̔̉̉͊̉̂̓͐͛̏͌ ̸͕̠̥̮̯̞̳̝͓̤̪̣̞̥͒̽͆͛̍̇̌̆̃̍̕͠͝͝S̶̜̮͔͚̗͓̣͕̰͈̮̣̀̈́̆́̔͘̚͜ͅT̸̺̯̯̰̳̞̭̗͚͑͋͌̽̓́̒̇̈̄͐̋ͅO̸̹̘̘̣̬͔̩̯̘̜͍͋̇͝P̴̦̓̊̂̾̈́͝ ̶̬̫̖̬̜̻̩̽͌͗̃̌̾͒̑̈́̀͠T̴̩̟̙̪̭̬͊̑͛͝H̶̡̡̨̧̧̠͍̰̤̻̞̱͙̖͆̉̏̈Ȩ̶̧̨̯̗͖̻̥͍̲͙̿͂͗ͅ ̷͍͎̩̘̼̬̞̲̑̅̆́̑̾̎̑̓Ś̶͙̦̻͕̰̭̮̗̳̎̄̎͆̉̇̈́͠P̵̛̙͕̳̙̲̮̪̥̐̒͒̒̾̓͛́̓̊̓̚͜͝I̸̧͓̦̞̻͖̦͆͗̒̂͐͝R̶̢̡̹̟̈́̏͠E̶̛̘̥̝̜̝͊̆̒"

Her eyes rolled and she collapsed to the ground, her whole body convulsing and foam pouring from her jaws. Her claws scrabbled at the ground and her voice faltered, a choking, spitting noise arising in its place.

@Miru

Miru stood firm as the kitten reacted to her words and imagery, though not in the way she would have liked. Was it the spire or the magic that had caused such a violent reaction? With her friend's garbled words there was no way to tell for sure. To be on the safe side though she willed the wandering blue flame to cease its light and sidestepped so that the spire would be out of view if Wilder were to look at her.

Though tempted to continue speaking the fox suspected that any words she might have would be lost upon deaf ears. She couldn't approach much closer than this due to its thrashing and with an oath of friendship leaving them to uncertain fate would be out of the question. Those pink eyes had not seemed to be holders of a fitful and early end though- surely this would not be the conclusion of their story.

For the moment she would stand fast and wait, staring the child down. If they should lose consciousness, she would be able to carry them away- out of the Spire's light and near water to sooth their doubtlessly damaged form. With any luck, however, they would awaken instead and she would know a bit more about how to tread without bringing unintended harm to her friend.

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Though my thoughts are my own
"This is my greatest tool to hone"
Tags: @Wilder

After a few moments, the kitten's body began to calm. The strange seizure that had taken hold began to fade and her eyes slowly drooped shut. Her breathing got easier and the strange gargling noises that were coming from her throat disappeared entirely. For a few seconds, it looked like she was unconscious.

Suddenly her head snapped up and she blinked. Her eyes were clear once again and she looked around with utter confusion. "Uh I'm on...the ground?" Her gaze looked on Miru and relief was plainly obvious. "Oh Miru! Hi! Weren't you going to show me magic...ow!" At the word, her head gave a deep throb and she swiped at it with a sheathed paw. "Ow, did I hit my head? Did I fall?"

@Miru