Discontinued ✪ Finweald Feather Fall

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja's eyes flickered, holding the bird in her arms in uncertainty. She did know how to do first aid procedures on people, but on birds? She wasn't a vet.

If only she had heard her inner voice telling her it was a bad idea, she wouldn't have tried to test a Magitech creation in the middle of the forest. Rationally, she considered that an isolated spot from all towns and villages was a great idea, but her guts told her otherwise.

She didn't hear her guts, and the results weren't the best.

Everything went wrong as soon as one of her robots went rogue, and without any regards to the surrounding fauna and flora, blasting energy beams and projectiles everywhere. At the time, Ronja had to dodge all of it, but one particular blue macaw couldn't dodge it in time, scorching its poor wing and sending it falling from a tree.

Every time Ronja's regrets and mind reminded her of that, she couldn't help but feel her heart tighten.

Crying over spilled milk wasn't ideal, yet her eyes became watery quickly.

As she neared Finweald's gates, a line of people and wagons being inspected before they were allowed in stretched for dozens of meters. Ronja rushed to the gate, ignoring the line only to be halted by a guard that told her to go to the end of the line.

Holding the wounded bird gently, she pleaded: "Please let Ronja in! She doesn't know how much longer this bird will manage!" She said, with her voice hinting concern and hurry.

"I can't help you, ma'am. to the end of the line, please." The guard said, shaking his head.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Suddenly, having been watching the interaction with a passing interest, a young man raised his arm and voice from his place on the line. "Hey, fancy bird you've got there! What's up with this guy?" Unwilling to relinquish his spot on the line, he beckoned to the girl with a vague finger. His body slouched slightly forward as he regarded her intently, folding his arms.

Before the scene goes on, it may do us well to introduce the man that has just invited himself to the story.

According to the glittering name at the upper end of his player card, his name was Gwainedhel, and save for his spiky ears and pleasant voice inflection, one may discard any other graceful elven pleasantries at his stance. Fair-skinned and hay-haired, clad with nothing else but a blue-and-trousers and a sinew tying a short hair tail at the nape of his neck, the crusty bow-and-arrows and cheap leather hoilstery noted that he hadn't been adventuring much.

Regardless of whether the young woman came to his calling, he could still see the general state of the bird. "Won't it get good if you used a healing potion?" He asked further, head tilted to the side.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

With the insistance of the guard not allowing her to step into the city right away made her lose faith in a solution. Ronja pursed her lips, looking around and being ready to rush to the nearest person she could find to plead for help, but soon someone interrupted her.

Ronja looked up at the elf man, pursing her lips. "Ronja's robots accidentally hit it with their attacks, and now Ronja has no idea on what to do! Her skills are too limited to recover it." She said with a shaky voice, with guilty hinting all over it.

"Ronja... Ronja shouldn't have been so reckless." She held her breath, looking up at the man again.

"Ronja doesn't have a healing potion, she is still saving gold for new items, so she never bought any of it." Ronja admitted, looking down at the wounded bird and its wing.

"B-Besides... Ronja doesn't thing its wing will recover just from a potion... but maybe its life will." She muttered.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Gwainedhel rubbed his chin and regarded the explanation with as much heart as he could muster; which, given his sympathy to everything that had to do with the game, wasn't to say much. For Gwainedhel, even though everything in the game felt lush and vivid, they were still talking about a bunch of ones and zeroes, organisms in a virtual landscape that was not too real. So, the first option that it occured to him was to say, 'then just kill it' but it occured to him that it would be way too heartless. Specially if he was talking to another NPC at hand.

So, he lazily brought a hand to his dusty hoilster.

"I have a leftover potion over here. Bring this to me. We'll check it out."

And thus, Gwainedhel retrieved a vial much blue as the macaw itself - more like a light blue, with glints of verdant. It glittered down the cheeky sun that impaled down through the cloudy vault that thickened the skies, and leaning to the girl with way much care and pulcritude, he unscrolled the tear-shaped tip and poured some drips on the macaw's wing. The bird shuddered, releasing a muffled shriek. Unsure how to check the health of a friendly animal or familiar, Gwainedhel tilted the mouth of the vial backwards. He narrowed his eyes.

"Now, how do you see it? All grand?"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja continued to hold the poor bird carefully in her arms, and when the elf mentioned having a leftover potion, she perked up slightly, even though her eyes were still droopy in sorrow and concern. She timidly approached, showing the wounded bird and peering at the vial, watching attentively at how he dropped the liquid on the wing.

When the bird shrieked, Ronja's heart shattered once again, having to convince herself internally that this was for its own good. Her eyes shifted from the man to the bird quickly, and when he asked about how she saw it, her eyes flickered, twisting artificially like the lens of a camera.

It clicked once, then twice.

"It... It looks like it is closing the wound." She said, calming down slightly and attempting to gently brush the head of the macaw, glancing up at the man.

"This could save its life, but... Ronja doubts it will make it fly any time soon. But it is a progress." Ronja smiled faintly, though she was still sour about her mistake and the consequences of it. "Ronja may need to make something for its wing..." She said.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

It looked like it was closing the wound, the young girl said. Gwainedhel couldn't see it, save for the bleeding stopping to receed under the wing. With a gentle nudging from the warrior behind him, he beckoned to the girl in order to advance a few yards through the line. Despite being a long, dreary way until the paperwork at the gates, the fact that a lot of the stand-by's were merchants left plenty of leeway-room on the track when they finally managed to come by.

Gwainedhel rummaged more into his raquitic-looking leather sack, but as he noticed nothing but scrappy bandages and other meager assets, he surmised he couldn't do much more for the bird and the girl. Much of a shame, really - he was starting to take a liking to the intense blue color of the macaw. In fact, that may be the sole reason he bothered with this at alls.

He poured some more drips to soothe the parrot's pain, then corked the vial and tucked it away.

"So, do you have anything with you to make for them? I guess you could see to find him a clutch, but all the major healing facilities are in the city, and it's either wait on the shoddy line and it can be a good while until they let us legally in. Another option's to venture to the wilderness and seek any help in sanctuaries or towns away. I am new here myself though, so I wouldn't know where to guide you."

Still, taking into account how detailed the worldbuilding of this game was, there was a detail that didn't skip Gwainedhel.

"It is very weird a bird like this was fluttering around here, regardless. These birds tend to flock in tropical and dry areas. I don't think there are many places for them in Astorea."

Not that he had seen on the maps, at least. Possibly the nearby woodlands could be able to house some of those species, but Gwainedhel always felt the climate way too temperate for their good. He scratched his cheek in thought, eyeing the girl.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

As more drips of the healing potion reached the bird, it slowly healed completely, bringing a relieved and warm smile to her lips as she looked up at the man. "Thank you, Ronja is sure its life is safe now..." She caressed its head, trying to calm it down. "Ronja could try to craft something... She needs some material though." Her lips pursed, knowing she wouldn't have anything around for now.

His question caught her off guard, and she looked at him confused.

"Ronja... That's a good question actually, Ronja has no idea." She paused, frowning and realizing that it was true. In the many documentaries, she had watched on TV, eternally locked on her bed, she remembered that this sort of animal was most common in South America, being a tropical bird. "Maybe it got lost? There is a thing called dissonance in this world, Ronja heard about it and-"

Her mind then poked onto something more realistic, once again recalling the documentaries. These birds were commonly the target of hunters or poachers.

"M-Maybe it is a bird that escaped from a cell?" Ronja asked, leaning closer and speaking quieter. "All sort of crimes exist in Terrasphere, just... Like out there." She said, slowly realizing that she couldn't really count on the fact the other guy was a player.

So she cleared her throat, elaborating: "Maybe it is... A result of animal trafficking." She whispered, glancing around at each wagon that was on the line. None of them looked particularly shady, and probably whatever or whoever that could have brought this exotic animal to Astorea wasn't just wandering close to the capital.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Gwainedhel watched the wing heal and the girl's mood rise quite rapidly. The radiant blue bird served as the brightest reward of them all, giving a more vigorous squeak as the wing healed on. Ronja --as this is how the girl kept calling herself, talking on third person-- resolved to make something for them. Looking at her attire, Gwainedhel wondered if she may be some kind of tinkerer.

"A parrot with a robotic wing, can you imagine?" The elf boy thought to himself. To be fair, the idea didn't seem way too far-fetched. He actually liked thinking about it. Blends with nature and mechanical themes had always been an staple of his when he was young.

But then, his elven ears twitched as Ronja forwarded an alternative. Gwainedhel, on his end, leaned closer to her and cast his eye around.

"I wouldn't be surprised. It would be a very straightforward plot point to introduce as a quest, and this seems the good kind to use to introduce more worldbuilding" He heard that the outer regions had yet to be unlocked as the storylines with the multiple main guilds warred on, but he also had another thought to spare: "Either that, or-- it is another player's familiar and they got rid off them for some reason."

Posed these questions, Gwainedhel folded the arms behind his head, intertwining his leather-gloved fingers and pressing them tightly.

"But, would have to decide what you do first - heal the wing of the bird or find if this is a quest out? There's probably some nature sanctuaries where you can bring them for rest, or check any of the adventurer' quest boards for existant investigation lines."

Mmm, actually, another option came to Gwainedhel's mind. Animals were in the domain of the beastfolk, so surely a seasoned beastfolk player would be able to shed like on this?

"Oh hell, why are you ever spending so much time on this, dude? Cut it out!"

Dang, inner voice.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The way the man started talking about the whole trafficking situation in a meta way made Ronja feel puzzled for a moment, with her mind snapping back at the fact that this place, as realistic as it was, and as much impressive as the rumors behind it were, it was still a normal game for the crushing majority. And honestly? Ronja could understand the meta-conversation, even if she wasn't that good at games, to begin with.

"So you are telling Ronja this could be a quest line?" She rubbed her chin, humming at the possibility. It could be, perhaps. The game looked way too complex currently to feel like a quest line was a mechanic they would use.

It felt like they were more subtle about it.

"A player could be a possibility, but even then, an answer needs to be found, so Ronja will try to find for answers first. If she can find a sanctuary in her journey, she can leave the bird there." She said, eagerly before turning to him.

"Ronja is very grateful for your help so far. And by the way, Ronja's name is Ronja Bubblyfoot." The Magia said, finally introducing herself and tilting her head while looking at him.

"How about you? Would you help Ronja in her journey?" She asked.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Gwainedhel flinched a bit at the sudden offer. Well, they had been talking about it for a while, so it only made sense that she would go ahead and invite him.

The elf opened his mouth as though to reply, but as his brain struggled to find an answer, they overheard a couple of merchants chattering behind their backs.

"Tsk, there they are talking about plots and quest lines again."
"You could very well say so. What do these youngsters think we are? Some cardboard characters into a chapstick story? Ah, they must be some of those Travelers. You never know what to expect with them - always finding new ways to not treat you as a person!"

Mustering all his decency to not snap with a sarcastic thought in mind, Gwainedhel rolled his eyes in great exasperation and he focused intently on the Magia now called Bubblyfoot. He thought it to be a boppy name for the character design, too. He also kind of wondered if he had gone too afar by assuming her to be a player, but since it would seem that meta-conversations had been internalized into the game's lore, he didn't think much about it.

"Bah, I'll come with you. Name's Gwainedhel, Gwain for short, and I haven't got a whole lot to do here. Take me away from these gossipin' wretches and you've got a new shooter in the party."

Yes! There goes a new party member! Now, while he waited for Ronja to establish a party (provided that she knew how), the gatekeeping soldiers kept going hard at their work.

"Papers? Good, next!" Another particularly large cart passed through the gate. "Papers?" More paper fiddling. "Good, next!" A medium group of adventurers walzed in. "Papers? Good, next!"

And even though it was still quite a distance until Gwainedhel and Ronja's turn, this pace appeared to surprise the elf quite a deal. Perhaps the soldiers were getting angsty upon seeing such a long queue. Gwainedhel watched the large lapse of land that the carriage at the front left and practically leaped through it, catching up with long steps to his objective.

"Whoah, looks like we may get to enter sooner than expected? You still want to explore the wilds or shall we give a try in-town?"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja paid no mind to the landers gossiping, instead focusing on beaming joyfully at his acceptance, with her hands reaching for his and eagerly shaking them up and down. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Gwain! Thank you so much, Ronja is very grateful for your help, thank you, thank you!" She beamed looking at the elf with her intense, clicking eyes.

Notice

Ronja Bubblyfoot has joined your party!

[Theme Song]​

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... Was what @Gwainedhel was expecting, but the reality was a flat-out no. There was no request for a party, no invitation, no warning, just the innocent flash of a smile from the girl that at that very moment, seemed to be the happiest and most relieved one in the whole world.

Finally letting go of his hands, she turned to face the line, nodding with a brief smile. "Yeah, Ronja thinks we should wait and get in the town then. It would be good to buy some traveling things too since we will be able to afford to take a little longer." She said, casting a glance at the hurt animal, but still humming happily until it was their turn to get into the town.

Handing out the papers and everything needed, soon they were able to step into Finweald...

Spoiler: Theme Song

Finweald wasn't exactly what one would expect from a Kingdom's capital. It seemed humble and gentle, but the way it was crowded sure gave it the energy needed to be reinforced as one.

The city was lively and shiny, with chattering and folks wandering with joy covering their faces, merchants on stalls calling for potential customers, and children taking advantage of its irregular urbanism, with staircases covering most of the paths.

Perhaps it was a chore for someone less used to walk, like Ronja, but her eyes still brimmed in excitement. "This is all so pretty- Ronja is sure we can find a vet for the bird in here... And probably a place to let it here while we take care of this mystery." Ronja said, looking at Gwain with a grin.

 

[Gwainedhel]

Well, the party invite didn't come in the end, but the lithe girl surely clasped his hands and squeezed them with premure, waving them up and down. Gwainedhel was quite taken aback by the sudden gesture, but being from a pretty touchy country on the other side of the game he simply got along with the motion. He only tried to do it not so grandiously, so that the blue bird between Ronja's arms wouldn't just topple to the ground.

In fact, the elven boy was so worried for the blue bird, that when they released their hands and agreed to stand on line, he hastily added:

"Alright. I'll take care to cradle the bird though. I think it'll be better cuddled on stronger arms."

And if Ronja agreed, he would take the little rascal with him, of course.

By the time that they made it into the citadel, the bird was stirring nervously at the hustle and bustle of the town. Ronja ambled gingerly through the streets, although Gwainedhel showed to be a little worried. He had heard from a tidbit of knowledge that birds use to have a very sensitive hearing and the cacophony of an energetic town center may very well throw the bird for a time.

Nevertheless, much before the ammunition shopping took place, Ronja seemed quite enthusiastic on finding a place to stay for the bird. Gwainedhel nodded along, and stopping at a street's corner where the stalls' noise wasn't so vivid, he turned to the brimming girl.

"Yeah... Actually, I've got a question. What do you know about the major Guilds that run this town?"

He figured it may be a good question to ponder. Guilds are where most organized players gather. If they approached the right one, Gwainedhel thought, they may be able to get some help.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Ronja doesn't mind if you take it, you look gentle enough," Ronja said with a smile, giving Gwain a token of trust when leaving the lovely blue bird in his arms, hoping that he would be very wise and not hurt the poor thing by accident in any way.

When Gwain paused to make his questioning, Ronja halted her steps, turning to focus on him and then crossing her arms, pondering deeply about it and humming. "Ronja have heard about them... Adventures Guild, Explorers League, Magical Institute of Theory and Lion Arms." She listed the four of them, blinking and tilting her head while averting her eyes to the sky, so she could muse.

"Adventurers Guild is the one Ronja mostly knows about, it is very self-explanatory after all, they are pretty much mercenaries, except more legalized and with a better degree of morality." She said. "Lion Arms is like... Some heroes. Explorers League is people that uncover the world. And there is the Magical Institute that research magical things-"

Most of her information was wrong or assumptions, but that was all Ronja had to offer while returning her gaze to Gwain, looking mostly innocent while doing so.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Ronja gave Gwainedhel a fairly average roundabout of the main guild-line. There were four major player-guilds, alright: Adventurers, Explorers, Magical and Lions. The first ones were mercenaries, and the second ones the typical scouts that go wee around the world (Gwainedhel secretly liked these ones). The Magical Institute were the local school of Hogwarts, and the Lion Arms seemed some sort of glorified elite.

By the sound of the later, Gwainedhel figured that there may be more chances to find some Beastfolk that may know what to do with the macaw. But given the nature of the quest, either the Adventurers or the Explorers seemed to come for a better bet.

"And if you found a suspiciously blue exotic bird that you didn't know where it came from and wanted to bring it to a seasoned vet, where would you take them?"

Gwainedhel offered, the side of his lips slanting on a twitching smile.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja half opened her mouth for a moment, crossing her arms and pondering for a moment. "Ronja... Isn't sure. To know where it came from, the Explorers have good knowledge of geography and bestiary, after all, they need to know the terrain they are planning to explore as well as possible." She muttered for a moment.

"On another hand, MIT seems like they would have some seasoned vet, after all... They probably do dissections and everything. A doctor wouldn't be unusual for them." Ronja suggested, looking up at Gwainedhel.

"So maybe MIT for treatment, and then the Explorers to figure out where to bring this cutie back home?" It would probably take a while for the animal to get better and well enough to be introduced back to nature, but in the meantime, Gwainedhel and Ronja could figure out everything about these stupid animal traffickers. Otherwise, they would be just rolling a stone uphill.

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Hmmm...

Surmising Ronja's logic, Gwainedhel discarded some of the really scarce options of his head and ended up giving her the benefit of the doubt. He had never been much of a fan of scholastic environments, but given the circumstance, he couldn't deny that a university would come more at hand. If anything they could also gather some knowledge about which areas tended the blue macaws to inhabit, whether it be to have it safely released into the wilderness or tracking the forgetful-but-hopefully-kind-hearted-adventurer that may have lost it and return it to their hands.

"University first, Explorers later... Roger, let's go!"

Giving in with a shrug, he turned around his heels and winded down a downward path.

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Spoiler: Theme Song

The Magical Institute of Technology, labeled MIT for short for unbekownst commoners, stood reverentially below the morning sun, at the end of a rather opulent avenue with olive trees and benches flankingat the sides. It didn't take long for Ronja and Gwainedhel to arrive, for the legions of scrawny robed students and hasty scholars with heavy underarm thick tomes made its presence known for a great length of the way. To be true, however, dressed in the hunting-and-gathering tunic-and-leather clothes and with only a set of bow and arrows for show, Gwainedhel felt much like a fish out of the water among those students, specially with the war machinery of his bubble-footed companion trotting at his left.

After getting somewhat lost in the campus' gardens, a very disoriented Gwainedhel attempted to catch the first person that struck him a medicine profile and babbled:

"Hey there, we're lookin' for specialized medical assistance for this young blue fellow. You don't happen to know where the infirmary is, do you? Or the medicine wing, for that matter."

Sure, it didn't come in the most polite of ways, but the intention is what counts.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot @Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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Kyra glanced up from her journal, lost in thought but recognising that someone had spoken to her. For a few seconds, she stared blankly, seeing a man in what appeared to be a tunic, with a bow and arrow setup hanging barely in sight.

"Medical assistance...? Err for...the bird?"

Her words were hesitant, as she tried to piece together the few things she'd heard, and what she was seeing. The journal remained sitting in her lap, for the moment forgotten as she returned to reality around her. Slowly, and with an almost delayed response, her mind suddenly snapped to the present, letting her respond more logically.

"If you're looking for medical attention, I might be able to help...although I'll admit, I've never really done much healing on animals before. Not that it should be that different. What seems to be the issue, here? Broken wing? Bones? Internal injuries, such as bleeding or punctured organs? Those will be harder to treat, would need to do an internal investigation first...which could inhibit success if it takes too long..."

She glanced up again at the man presenting the patient to her. She didn't recognise him, not that it mattered much. The girl with him, however, jogged something in her memory - an image of forests, and group hugs. Her brow furrowed as she considered the possibilities, before shaking away the memory.

"If you're feeling up to it, I've got a lab that we could borrow for a little while...they're not doing a lecture until this evening, but I don't think they'll mind if we use it for a bit. Especially if we don't make a mess of it."

She placed away her journal and writing materials into the turquoise pouch on her hip, before leaping to her feet and bouncing ahead towards the campus a few steps. She paused just long enough to see if the other two would follow her, before leading them through the main doors and down a few hallways, into a small room that held only a central table, and high stool chairs around it.

"If you don't mind, just place him in the centre...I need to get a read on him, and see what's going on..."

@Gwainedhel, @Ronja Bubblyfoot​

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Going along with @Gwainedhel, reaching the MIT university wasn't a hard task. And it seemed that finding the person to heal the poor bird wasn't all that hard either. In fact, Ronja was a bit surprised to see the familiar face, one that crossed through many weird occasions. Ranging from meeting a strange newbie, to going through a deadly arena.

"It is you!" Ronja said, accidentally accusatory. "Hello Kyra, Ronja didn't know you worked on MIT." Ronja chirped, turning to look at Gwainedhel and gesturing toward the beastfolk. "Gwainedhel, this is Kyra. We almost died together a few times. She is a good healer, so she may actually help us out!" She said, eagerly and turning to @Kyra Vashtana.

"Yes, the bird needs a good healing. More particularly, its wing is very hurt. Ronja doesn't know the details... but yeah." Ronja sighed, shaking her head.

Moving along, Ronja stayed next to the central table, waiting for her friends to come.

 

[Gwainedhel]

The profile in question so happened to be a young, long black-haired woman, that looked up at him like a deer in the headlights. Ronja recognized her at once - her name was Kyra, and they almost had died together a few times. She was a good healer too, apparently. With a quick glance to the beastfolk ears that so popped from the girl's head, he took a fun mental note and thought: "Welp, a beastfolk healer that doesn't know about animals. There goes the irony of the day."

However, as the feeble macaw rubbed his beak on Gwainedhel's gauntlets, he turned off the inappropriate comments and stepped back, offering a light bow.

"Ah, really, Ronja? 'S alright. Yeah, name here's Gwainedhel, but can just call me Gwain. Don't waste any unnecessary spit, will you? All I know's that Ronja here found this fella'n the forest and the wing seems really dire. Gave'em a healing potion to ease the pain, but we ain't sure's enough."

Said and done, as soon as Kyra proposed to venture further into the college, Gwainedhel followed suit, and Ronja as well. Despite being the airy archer of the trio he had a hard time following the other two to the chambers. Perhaps it was him getting too grossed over university environments. Perhaps it was due to consideration of the bird. Either way, not wanting to marr what's well, he trudged at a controlled speed and allowed the ladies to guide him into the inspection room.

When he arrived, Kyra and Ronja at the flanks, he approcted the table and put the bird gently on the impeccable grain.

"Yeah, yeah-- 'Sup, boy?" He hissed, as the mildly distressed bird fluttered its healthy wing and tried to peck him. "Stay quiet for a while, will ya? This lass over here's gonna give you a real good test and you're gonna pass with flyin' colors."

After this, not without giving a last dismal look at the bird, he shook his head and stepped back, folding his arms.

"All good, Kyra-- ah, whatever your name was, sorry. Think he's a li'l scared. Beware, yeah?"

@Kyra Vashtana @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Siondhe]

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Kyra smiled at the man, nodding towards a bench a few steps away where the two could sit if they so chose to seat themselves. Turning back to the bird, she placed her hands on the table on either side of the creature, careful to keep some distance from it as she closed her eyes. She let her ears tilt forward slightly, her nose twitching as she took in the creature's scent.

"Alright...what's going on with you here, little friend? Distress...fear...you're okay..."

Kyra opened her eyes, hyper focusing on the creature's form, letting her gaze run over it slowly. She could see the break in the wing - the way it bent ever so slightly at the main joint, likely causing immense amounts of pain for the small creature. She raised her left hand, letting it hover over the body as she continued inspecting it, piece by piece, making sure to take in everything.

"You mentioned...that you found it? And gave it a health potion...? Odd...didn't heal...I wonder if there's something..."

Her eyes closed again as she reached out with her soul, calling upon the Spirit Magic that she was so used to using now. She could feel the connections - to the two in the room with her, and those beyond it. At first, she only found the living people, Landers, Starcalled - anyone who would be considered humanoid. She refocused, her brow furrowing above the closed eyes in an obvious sign of struggle.

When she found what she was looking for, she let out a small squeak of happy surprise. Her hand hovered over the broken wing, while she began speaking.

"I give to you that which is lost willingly...may it provide to you...protection and health...may it give to you a new chance..."

As her chanting came to an end, Kyra felt her teeth grinding, a groan of pain escaping her as she steadied herself against the table. She squeezed her eyes closed, fighting to stay conscious, to stay standing.

A few moments later, she opened her eyes, finding the wing adjusted. The bird, originally cawing in disagreement and pain, had grown still and silent. For a moment, Kyra worried - until she saw the eyes blinking at her, an emotion in them that Kyra couldn't quite figure out.

"I...I think it's fixed..."

She settled against the side of the table, sliding down to the floor as the exhaustion took over her. For the moment, she just wanted to rest.

@Gwainedhel | @Ronja Bubblyfoot​