Log 1

[timbre_wolf]

| 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.

Comments

[circleprodigy]

Ivaera's brow furrows as she crosses her arms, stumped.

"That...is a good question to which I have no answer. As far as I'm aware, there has always been an attempt to answer the riddles. Perhaps nothing? Good or bad. Though at this point, it's only speculation."

[timbre_wolf]

Amonir nods, "Perhaps the next riddle we are stuck on we should try to not answer."

[circleprodigy]

She smiles wryly at that, shrugging. "You can mention that, but I think there are enough here who will still wish to solve them regardless. I can't blame them, as it might be connected to us being able to leave. At least, that is the hope."

[timbre_wolf]

Amonir considers that for a moment. Of course it may help them get home, but, "If we found out more about how things work, couldn't we prepare better?"

[circleprodigy]

"I would say we'll manage that either way, through action or inaction. Though at least attempting to solve the riddles gives us a way to keep our minds occupied. Otherwise, I hate to think what boredom might do to those around here."

Glancing upward, Ivaera remembers why she returned to the inside of the Tree. "I ought to check on my mabari, he's probably restless by now. If you wish, you can follow me and I can at least point the way toward the food altar?"

[timbre_wolf]

[There's a pregnant pause before he sighs and agrees.] I can't stay down here forever....

[circleprodigy]

No, indeed. There's little to do on this floor, as you can see. Once you're given what every newcomer receives, then you've witnessed all it has to offer. If it helps, you get used to the wings fairly easily, even if you've never flown before. Just try not to over-think it. Flying is easiest when you let instinct take over.

[timbre_wolf]

[Letting instinct take over is something Amonir us used to doing by now. It is what he does on the hunt. He looks up and just wills himself to he air the same way he would will his hand to grasp something. His flight is a little rickety still, but he seems to have enough control that he won't plummet. He makes his way up to the next floor and looks around with wonder.]