Himmel.

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As Himmel emerges in to this new space, creeping wide-eyed in to the alien glow of some strange looking growths near the entryway, he isn't sure how to feel. In truth he cannot feel. He is awash in an emptiness that is made more obvious to him as he peers around at the immensity of the space.

The glow is ugly. It is patchy, yellow for the most part, with shifting greens muddying the edges. He passes near the light and wonders where it is coming from - is this magic? Is this someone's spell? How could it last so long...?

Himmel then ducks among the lights. He is cautious upon entry in case the light is actually there to hurt him. A tentitave placement of one hoof, then another, then his nose sliding beneath the light; but as he slips in to it the light becomes hazy and seems to transition in to a sharp blue, like a robin's egg. The change makes him seize up and remain still for a few seconds, expecting something to happen.

Nothing does. It is just light. His body relaxes and he shakes his shoulders and neck, feeling tension there that lingers even after the rest of him calms. He reaches with his snout towards the light and noses at the gills of one of the odd growths, snorting as tiny beads of dust - or something similar - touches him.

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@Regalia

Puppets learn to pull strings

Disorder and chaos, magic, divinity, the scourge of order, the test of worthiness that it had been given...there were many things that Regalia had to muse over, and it so often allowed itself to drift as it did so, the dense cloud of gas pushed by the gentle currents of air that ran throughout the caves. It did so now, in quite the strange shape. Curled into itself, as a cat might, but its edges blurred and distorted, almost formless now, as gas should be, but with vague coherence as one unit. For now, the golden orbs that sensed all were hidden within its darkness.

It did not notice Himmel as it drifted closer. After all, what beast was concerned with every ant upon the ground, every stone underfoot? It took no notice, if it even did see the fawn. It simply drifted slowly, some distance away, a small image of the distant galaxies, darkness within darkness, sparkling lights small and quiet.

And cut down the user's lead

Himmel.

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The dust in his nose bothers the orofice and before he can stop himself he sneezes, which didn't have the expected result. The dust specks spun away from him but the mushroom he was investigating abruptly curled up from the rim to the stem, perhaps as a protective measure over its gills. The slight it produced dimmed slightly but was otherwise unaffected - emanating from the crown of the growth like the reflection point on a bald head.

Himmel was intrigued for a split second but then dismissed the mushroom as he lost interest; side-stepping around it and the cluster of other glowing funghi, he noses at a smaller collection of tiny stalks topped with tall white hat-shaped caps. These he crushes underhoof without a moments pause. He grins his heel across them and feels the fleshy centers give. There is a satisfying popping sound as he does this - and he stands there feeling triumphant.

Meanwhile, the approaching amorphous cloud drew closer. Himmel did not yet notice it, as his attention was directed down to the earth and the remains of those mushrooms, not up to the open air where the minutae of the gembound's curious body drifted.

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@Regalia

Puppets learn to pull strings

Regalia continued to drift, hearing and seeing very little, eyes hidden beneath the cloak of its dark cloud, simply thinking. Pondering on its purpose and the life it would lead. What is chaos? What do I do to create chaos? It wasn't an easy question, warring within Regalia against the natural mercy and order that it had distilled in itself since awakening. It was not a particularly kind gembound, all things considered, but it was not cold-hearted or evil or vengeful. It simply was, neutral and passive. This new mission was...new.

As it considered its thoughts and ruminated on its being, it drifted right by Himmel, oblivious to his presence. Perhaps, even if it was, it would not care. For how important was one mortal compared to the grand task given to it by the Creator himself?

*exit, unless Himmel notices

And cut down the user's lead

Himmel.

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The mushrooms were curious in composition. Some grew in thin but prolific clusters, others were wide-bottomed and heavily domed by their caps, and on occasion he took notice of a hybridization of the shapes: tall and fat but never more-so than their tops; a scattering of small pancake-shaped discs suspended by hair-thin reeds.

The gaseous cat drifts past, and as Himmel lifts his head to stretch the muscles of his neck (to remove a little kink that'd formed there) he finally saw them. It was a glimpse out of the corner of his eye - causing him to do a double-take, eyes going wide when he saw the drifting swarm of dots and colors. He frowned and took a step as if to chase after the thing, crunching through a cluster of mushrooms in the process. They released a plume of shimmering blue spores that smelled intensely like turpentine.

Recoiling from that with a series of gags, Himmel promptly forgot about the presence that had drawn his attention and hastily retreated in to the dark.

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EXIT!