Attikias'd kind of avoided Polaris. It wasn't for negative reasons, but part of it was the fact that he felt his heart clench for Seshat, for the ruins the cave experienced, for Asteri and Elroy, for everyone he knew. The room never seemed to bring great things, really.

At least he could stare at marvel at the Spire from afar. He kind of wanted to carve it but it'd be basic, and he couldn't make things float, so what was the point if he couldn't get accuracy? No, instead, he'd watch it float in silence before stepping away, arms folded behind him and under the dual straps of his bag and spear.

The fungi were rather interesting. Well- lots of things were interesting, yeah, and he kicked at an errant rock as he idly thought about nothing. A dappled blue played across his tattooed arm as he trailed the clicking pebble down the path he was taking. Another kick, and it was sent out of his way. He could make a game out of this, but he wasn't particularly in the mood for that.

Instead, he trailed the rock and picked it up, looking over its porous, flaky outside before stuffing it in his bag. Even if it wasn't special it was neat enough for him to keep.

Readjusting his various effects, he sat down against the cave wall to watch the Spire's rocks floating in the air, drawing his knees up to himself.

(eff i did mean to use resourceful but someone decided not to work (it was me))
@Garnet-Delta

Garnet-Delta was restless. It didn't like being kept caged up, and it could only idle about in Orion and Canis for so long. Going out further was something it was only supposed to do with Orthoclase-Alpha, (not because of any ruling, rather, because of its own concerns about dragons) but the lumbering beast had been missing for several days.

This was not about the massive tank, though. It wasn't even considering looking for where it's hatchmate had gone. That wasn't it's business. No, it was in Polaris because it was sick of restricting itself. It needed to know the caves, and be unafraid of the unknown. If it had prey to chase, it needed to know every corner of the caves.

... It couldn't go everywhere, yet. But Polaris? It had been close to Polaris before, and it wasn't particularly worried about the land dyed blue by the light of the Spire. It felt drawn, actually, to this place. It's magic thrummed as it drew closer, and by instinct, it tried to unleash it.

A horrible sensation came with the effort. The sensation of fleas and mites, biting and digging under the skin. With a hiss, the cat-alien's fur bristled and poofed out, jumping nearly a foot in the air as it arched it's back.

This had happened before. With a growl, the feline flopped on the ground and dragged itself across the stone floor, trying to soothe the itch as it's pelt was stained neon blue. It was a powerful mage! Why did this spell always backfire?

Not far away, it spotted the shape of a humanoid, hunched over. At first it thought it was the one who had helped before, but the hair was wrong. Squinting at the man as it squirmed across the ground toward it, it recognized him: the man who had been with the younger two-legged things with pointed sticks. A low growl continued to grow in it's throat.

"You!" Garnet-Delta yowled, paws splayed out and tail lashing, "Get over here and make yourself useful." It did not clarify further, as it probably should have-- what else were hands for if not for stroking and scratching it's itches? Surely if one humanoid knew it, they all did.

@attikias

His head whipped at the noise nearby, skin prickling with alertness. Animalistic instinct drive him to stand and whip his spear out in front of him- Oh. Ah, it was a Greater, and one he didn't recognize. Even with his tail lashing he managed to stand up, eyebrows drawing together in a curious expression as he came closer.

"Are you o-" And he jumped when he was ordered, standing a bit straighter before squatting next to the being. "Useful? How- do you- I don't know any uh... Practical magic, if that's what you want." It was itchy, that was clear, and frustrated- but he wasn't about to just put his hands on someone he didn't know, and he didn't even know that that was what it wanted.

He wasn't as talented as his children. Vivilene's magic came to mind, her penchant for healing as opposed to his physical talent, but when he tried to dredge up some semblance of flourish in the stranger he received nothing in return. So, he sat there squatted uncomfortably, spear on the ground as his hands flexed uselessly at the air. "I- know people who do? I can get them?" He offered, voice pitching up worriedly.

@Garnet-Delta

MAGIC? Was this upright ape a gemless, no good lesser, just echoing words it had heard like some sort of caroler? The cat-alien hissed with offence, spitting and clawing at the air, trying to push its rash-covered spine against the rough earth. Was its gem cracked during formation? Did it have a pebble for its brain? Or was that oversized head just full of DUST?

"I CAN CAST MAGIC, NAKED BOY!" The feline yowled, body seizing as its ruby gem flashed with energy. Around it, pockets of dirt turned to glass, sharp shards protruding from Polaris's rough terrain. The blue-rashed beast continued to thrash, twisting into one of the shards of glass, "I don't need your pathetic, useless magic, give me YOUR UGLY PAWS!!" Ogh, okay, the glass was great for scratching the itch, but it was kind of... a little too good. Okay, actually, that kind of hurt. With a hiss, the hybrid pounced on to its paws, shaking its pelt furiously and trying to get the shards out of its pelt.

Without any regard for its safety (it felt like its fur was on fire, to its credit,) it threw itself toward Attikias's hands with a series of growls, hisses, grunts, and yowls, tail poofed up like a toilet brush and its wings flailing about like a drunk bat.

@Attikias