Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[hakanai]

It was impossible not to be amused by that, and so Yoshitsugu laughed quietly. To say that the flow was acting strange right now was putting it mildly; he had practically been washed into one of the stories of legend.

"I shall take the 'perhaps' as a compliment."

A part of Yoshitsugu really wished he could see Mitsunari's reactions right now; his friend would not be taking it in stride as Yoshitsugu was. Getting a compliment on any of his features by a giant talking bird would probably have made Mitsunari freak out all the more.

"But yes, indeed. There is no better way to approach a situation as unfamiliar as this."

[espigeonage]

"Well, you should. The man who denies his own good looks while doing nothing to diminish them is casting a net for compliments." Not that Yuuya seemed to mind that sort. He was a complimentary person.

Trying to fold his feathery wings tighter against his back, Yuuya found he couldn't. What was he supposed to do, leave them hanging? Or partially folded? Arms were awkward. "Of course. I don't suppose you've had an experience which tops this?"

[hakanai]

"No."

Yoshitsugu watched Yuuya try and move his wings with interest, curious, though he did not ask any questions. His own glittering pair fluttered at his back, beginning to move into a slow but steady rhythm.

"This experience gives credence to many tales most in my homeland would have dismissed as a myth."

[espigeonage]

Yuuya's arm-wings were odder than the ones the gem gave him, plain, fuzzy moth wings laid against his back, blending with his feathers. His real wings had been displaced a little, made more human despite the claws and the feathers like long sleeves.

"Is the truth stranger than fiction, then, as some say?" He doesn't volunteer anything about the strangeness he's encountered himself.