Today, the mist turns clear rather than hazy as something beautiful and pure moves through the forest. A horse-like white creature with cloven hooves and a lion's tail walk to the clearing by the tree, shyly peeking out from the dense foliage before coming out into the open.

Her blue eyes radiate kindness and innocence as her white fur glow in the sunlight, and she leans her head down by the stream to drink.

| characters | Open to all!

| date/time | October 9 - 11 (backdated, yes)

| location | Anywhere around and about the Tree

| rating | Various?

| summary | Since there was talk of doing an open amnesia log! This is open for anyone to thread with anyone. (I meant to have it up this weekend but as usual I am behind in all things...)

| characters | Kit, the NPC Violinist, and anyone

| date/time | Backdated to evening on the 26th

| location | Flying around outside, and later near the edge of the mist

| rating | PG? It has the corpse-like Violinist in it

| summary | After the cries and moans of the previous night, Kit is restless. And the appearance of the Violinist isn't helping matters.

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(Backdated to Thursday, Aug. 20; two weeks ago just after the hollow-backed woman removed the other tree)

[Jolene happens to be indoors when the strange eclipse turns the canopy and the world underneath it a strange purplish hue, but then even if she'd been outside, she probably would not have known what to make of it. Her last few days have consisted of an agony of itching and dry, fruitless coughs, and though she'd spent the first couple of days feeling well enough to try to pursue quest riddles, by this point she's given up. Her hairsays, little psychic leeches residing in the back of her mind, have been delighting in undoing all of the good work of the golden lifestream, exacerbating self-doubt and a sense of failure. It's been leaving her feeling low.]

I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be doing here. Too dumb to smart my way for why the rest of you ff... people are here, too sick to haul ass on building anything, even if I have to use rocks and sticks to fucking do it.

[She's still terrible at censoring herself, but she's still trying.]

What am I being punished for?! What do you all know that I don't?! What am I doing wrong?

It's still early in the morning as the increasing winds roar outside the little fairy homes, rustling the small balconies and gusting slightly through the crack in the fourth floor wall. It's nothing but a bit of bad weather, something the week has been full of.

...that is, until a deafening crack is heard outside the tree, only to thunder into the tree itself with such force that it shakes the whole trunk.

The air is quickly filled with ash and soot, blackening everything outside.

| characters | Kit and anyone

| date/time | Late afternoon Wednesday

| location | The newly opened 7th and 8th floors

| rating | G

| summary | Curious kitten is curious and exploring. Come join her!

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[Owain's face appears in the amber, with the mist barrier not far off in the background, but he is uncharacteristically quiet at first. He looks at the amber, then up and around at his surroundings, then back, seeming somewhat uncertain.]

...So is this working now?

[ You might recognize those particular features, they do kind of stand out, but there's something very wrong here. Instead of ash grey skin it's nut brown. Instead of slim and shadowy it's solid and more heavily muscled. But the eyes, the eyes are still just as gold...if a little confused. ]

Alright, my armor I can see stealing, and selling off. That at least has some worth. But why in the name of the stars did you steal my clothes too?!

[ That's right kids. A very long time ago, before there was a Man in the Moon, a need for things like Guardians, and before fear took over a form of it's own and walked out into the world, there was a whole other story. This is not the broken general that became Pitch Black. More like the dumb knight that ended up in Kit and Orcelito's room naked because without shadowy powers he's got no clothes. At least Kit put a blanket over his naked bum. ]

I suppose I should be grateful my necklace was spared your pilfering, but leaving a man naked but for that is odd. At any rate I want my sword back. It's impossible to sell, so just give it back and I'll see to collecting the rest on my own.

[ And that's it. No threats. No tantrums. Not even grumbling. He's so nice about it, that it's hard to believe it's the same person. ]