enna . ratchet . calypso . anan
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic . childlike and loud

and ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation


At first, the magic didn't come to her. She nestled down around the gem, staring into its bright, vibrant colors. The memory of the monkey still sometimes make her feel unsettled: from her birth to his death they were at ends. She wanted so badly to make amends, to prove that no gembound was born evil and cruel.

Her headmates fell silent aside from a single chuff from Calypso. She was alone in that moment, staring deep into the universe of colors bellow her. She spread her wings over the gemstone, trying to summon her magic into the gem. She wanted to bring him back. Surely she could, surely... After all, they had to have come from somewhere, right?

.Enna

enna . ratchet . calypso . anan
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic . childlike and loud

and ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation


After a few moments of peace with the gem, the shimmering crystal began to react. She felt her energy drain as her magic poured out from her and infused into the gem. At first, alarm spiked through the tiny bird and she almost jerked away-- but she forced herself to stay close. She was doing something-- though she didn't know quite what.

The colors in the labronite glistened and seemed to shift, shimmering in the dull light of her nest. She touched her beak to it and felt a wave of nausea, but it seemed to pass quickly. She blinked and drew back, her breathing heavy. The gem was reacting to her magic... She had... Had she done it? Could she really bring the dead back to life?

It seemed too good to be true.

.Enna

enna . ratchet . calypso . anan
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic . childlike and loud

and ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation




What are you doing, Enna?! Came a sharp thought from the back of her mind. "Setting things right."

She could feel anger rise up in her chest, and found herself struggling against her other personality. That thing was evil, you web-for-brains soft-hearted fool! She held the gemstone close, in a frightened effort to keep the gem safe. She wasn't sure what she had done-- no one did-- but there was a warmth coming from the stone now.

This was a huge mistake, according to the furious thoughts of Calypso. Somehow, Enna found that she didn't agree.

.Calypso

enna . ratchet . calypso . anan
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic . childlike and loud

and ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation




Calypso, stern and steady, Ratchet spoke up, the meeting. Enna slipped away under his careful wing, his demeanor calm and in control. He gently picked up the gem and formed it a small nest of moss and tucked it in, safe and sound.

He would not let blood be spilled in such petty strife. Right now, every part of Bevy was dependent on one another. If Enna thought this was the right thing to do, he would protect her. Spreading out his wings, he slipped through the vines and took flight, swooping down towards the waterfall.

They had more important things to do, did they not?

.Ratchet

enna . ratchet . calypso . anan
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic . childlike and loud

and ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation




Calypso wasn't ready to just let this go. Where Enna was terrified of the monkey, she hated him. Worse, the sheer amount of weakness her headmates had. This creature was a danger to Maji Walezi, and who knew what would happen with her magic mixing with the evil of that gem.

There was no use turning back now, however. She would deal with this mess-- this mistake later. Ratchie faded back into Bevy's mindspace as she fluttered down on the meeting stone, a sigh parting from her beak.

It was time to set things straight for Maji Walezi. She would sort out those two pains later.

;; bevy exit!

.Calypso

While Bevy and her headmates are away, the magic she utilized takes root within the Labradorite. It glows faintly at first, and then appears to fade completely - but as Bevy turns their back and then takes flight, the magicka takes a firm hold. Should Bevy return to their collection of things, they will notice the gem has doubled in size and resembles the bottom half of an egg, almost like a cup shape.