thehometree | Log 1

| characters |Amonir and any

| date/time |June 9th

| location | bottom floor

| rating |pg

| summary | Amonir tries to figure out this strange place, which may include howling.

Amonir arrives in his wolf form, confused as to his suddenly different locale. He carries on his back a harnessed backpack. Instinctively, he lets out a low growl as he raises his tail a bit and looks around the room. Unable to sense an immediate threat he tries howling to see if any of his pack is close enough to come to his aid.

He notices the bag waiting for him to pick it up, and hoping it might have some answers to the mystery that is this place, he shifts into elf form in a single graceful step to more easily examine the contents of the bag.

Determining the bag to be of no immediate use he stores it in his own backpack and moves onto the stones that seemed to be calling to him. He approaches warily, sniffing at the air about it. He determines that it isn't too dangerous and places a hand on the stone.

He sees the growth of wings out of the corners of his eyes and looks behind him to discover the silvery dragonfly wings that have grown from his back. He spins, trying to get a better look at them in one direction and then another. He looks down at the stone in his hand in awe and smiles. Apparently this place wasn't so terrible. He was filled with fear, but some of that melts away now that he has found something that feels to be brimming with good magic.

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Kit tenses as he aims an arrow at her, preparing to dodge if need be, but relaxes again when he lowers it. She does make a mental not not to surprise him in the future though.

"It's the Tree, like I said," Kit says. "Beyond that, we don't know. We were all brought here the same way you were."

Kit picks up her bowl again and flutters down to join him. Her own wings are somewhat more elaborate and stick out behind her when at rest, the three lower sections partially folding together and the 'feelers' pointing in Amonir's direction, since that's where Kit's attention is focused. "My name's Wily-Kit, by the way," she says, shifting her grip on the bowl so she can offer a handshake, "but you can just call me Kit. What's your name?"

Amonir stares at the hand, confused for a moment. Then he remembers his teachers showing him that it was a foreign way of greeting someone. He takes her hand and shakes gently, "I am Amonir. I am sorry I aimed my arrow at you."

"Its OK," Kit says, "waking up in a strange place would make just about anyone jumpy. Especially when that strange place is a giant tree." Kit giggles a little at that.

"Anyway, if you want to get out of this room and to the next floor, you're gonna have to test out your wings," she says. "The spider-web over there won't let you through when you first arrive." She indicated the doorway leading to the outside, currently blocked by the magical webbing.

Amonir shifts his backpack so that his wings have room to unfurl. He spreads his new wings and flutters them a bit, lifting himself off the ground a little. He can't help but laugh at that giddy feeling of suddenly being lifted off the ground. He tries again, this time getting actual altitude.

Looking to Kit he asks, "What is up there?"

Kit grins at Amonir trying his wings out, fluttering her own as well. Soon, she's bobbing in the air right next to him.

"The rest of the Tree," Kit says. "The first floor above this is houses, and the food branch is there too. Above that is the bath, then another floor of houses, then Chime's shop, and one more floor of houses. There's more, but we can't get to anything above that yet, though."

That brings up several questions for Amonir, but he didn't want to completely overload the child with questions. He just starts with, "Who is Chime?"

"Chime is a little tree-spirit who lives here," Kit says. "She's the only actual person we've found so far who lives here, and she's really nice. She can't talk, though, just make jingling sounds, like little bells. And you can't touch her; your hand just goes right through if you try."

"I've never heard of such a creature before. Fae are sometimes naturally invisible, but I haven't heard of them being ethereal," Amonir muses out loud. But there are creatures in his forest that are not found in any bestiary, so it isn't too much a surprise.

"I'd like to meet her. I wonder if she would sing with me."

"'Fae'?" Kit says, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

"You can ask her if you want," Kit says. "All you gotta do is go up to the fifth floor and call for her and she'll probably show up. Unless she's busy doing something else, I guess." Kit has no idea what tree spirits normally do all day, but she bets there are times when Chime is busy with her own things.

"Fae is the creature type of fairies, sprites, pixies, and other similar creatures. Even elves like myself have a trace of that lineage in our blood."

He looks up to the higher floors, "This place has five floors now. I should get myself acquainted with them."

"Oh! OK, yeah that sounds like Chime," Kit says. "Though my friend Orcelito says we all look like faeries now with these wings."

"And actually there's six floors," Kit corrects him. "Seven, if you count this one. And there's probly more above, but we can't get to them yet."

"We do look more like fairies with these wings, and that stands double for me. Elves did have fae in the bloodline long ago."

He flies up a bit higher, "Would you be so kind as to give me a tour?"

Kit nods. "Sure." She flutters up to join him. "Just follow me! I'll show you where all the important places in the Tree are."

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And we can probly wrap with your next tag, yes? :3