Discontinued ✪ Finweald Feather Fall

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja nodded along at @Gwainedhel's words, following @Kyra Vashtana without skipping a beat. The quicker they took care of the small animal, the faster it would stop suffering.

Finally getting to a room where they could rest the bird, Ronja nodded. "A health potion got rid of the wound and the bleeding, but it didn't fix the wing per se." Ronja explained, pursing her lips. Apparently health potions were life saviors, but weren't that miraculous.

As the explanations were given, Ronja took a few steps away, allowin Kyra to give all her power to the bird and widening her eyes open when watching the healing occur.

Ronja squinted, leaning in when noticing the strange behavior of the bird, but as soon as the healing was done, Kyra's tiredness caught Ronja's attention, and she was quick to pull a chair for her. "A-Are you okay?" She asked, offering the seat and glancing at the bird.

"Is... it okay?" Ronja tilted her head, seeing the fixed wing, however the bird remained quiet.

 

[Gwainedhel]

And there he was. The shy blue macaw laying on the table, the feathers all ruffled and the tension perked up. Kyra approached the table and started her examination. But if the deal was to get the macaw cured, then why was Gwsinedhel getting as tense as them, with his nerves pented up?

If Kyra were to notice the spirit strings between the elven man and the bird, she would notice them thickening, strands of blueish energy entangling into a tougher rope.

"Ugh, goddamn…" He tried to shield it by gripping his chest, turning to the side to dissimulate some much.

Despite how scary the intervention must have been, Gwainedhel made a point to hold the emotion there, packed and contained. The operation did not last long, it seemed. As soon as he was over the worst pang of worry, a dwindling knot loosened between animal and boy and the beastfolk healer retired seamlessly.

She seemed pretty tired, however.

"Yes, what kind of magic did you use to affect you so much? You look as if s cart has run over you."

Gwainedhel tried approaching the table and offered a gloved finger to the bird, which refused to peck on it like before.

"It will be okay. Seems a li'l scared is all. As for you, Kyra, maybe lay down if you feel too dizzy. We'll help you lift your legs and take breathing exercises if you need to."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot
@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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She smiled up at the other two, waving a hand in a dismissive way as she did so. She felt tired, that was true. The entire experience had been different somehow, although she couldn't quite pin exactly what was out of the ordinary, so to speak.

"I'm fine...just a little bit over-exerted, I guess...never had an experience like that before...not like healing people, at least."

She slowly climbed to her feet, glancing at the bird on the table. The thing appeared reserved, but otherwise healthy. She shook her head, trying to clear away some of the remaining fatigue.

"Err...Spirit Magic. It's always a bit draining on myself. Everyone uses it differently and...well, I seem to embody the sacrificial healer a bit more than others who find themselves in Terrasphere. Or any game, as the case may be..."

She shifted, turning away from the other two Starcalled to focus on the bird again. Her eyes roamed over it, noticing that the wing appeared to have restructured itself into place. The creature still had them tucked in against itself, but already it was looking better.

"There...should be doing better now. The wing appears to have rejoined properly...won't know for sure until they try flying on it though. Keep an eye out for any obvious signs of discomfort...if they react to touch in a sudden, jerking way that may be a sign of a problem. Or if they refuse to open it - could be that the joint remolded incorrectly, in which case just bring them back in and we'll take another look...I think there's a few individuals around who are more familiar with beastly-based healing techniques than myself, but I know most of them are out for the day. Overall, I think they'll be okay going forward..."

She gave another smile at the bird as she considered what she had done. Since her arrival in game, she'd only ever healed people. This was a new step.

@Gwainedhel | @Ronja Bubblyfoot​

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"So that was Spirit Magic?" Ronja perked up curiously, looking at the girl with an interested expression before shifting to glance at Gwainedhel, tilting her head slightly and with her eyes clicking twice. "At least it does seem to be recovered, in one way or another. Poor thing is probably startled for being affected by magic. After all, it healed its wing in an instant!" She clasped her hands together, hoping it was the case.

"Sacri... fical healer? Isn't that a bit bad? Ronja does remember you having it rough at that time when you healed that blue haired guy." The magia widened her eyes open, holding her chest with an apprehensible look on her eyes.

She then crossed her arms, nodding quietly at Kyra's recommendations.

"Actually... We may need to leave this little guy somewhere. We are going to investigate about a potential animal trafficking, so bringing this blue friend with us may cause a lot of problems." She said, looking at the elf. "At least, Ronja thinks so. What do you think, Gwainedhel?"

@Gwainedhel

 

[Gwainedhel]

Kyra was right, however. Of course she was. What she did was just a mingle of Spirit Magic, aimed for medicinal purposes. Gwainedhel got his interest piqued. Could this be something similar to how his Mindsend works, in which he can send a message through the magical vacuum to whoever he wishes to talk to? He felt hard pressed to ask, but he surmised that Kyra would be too tired to elaborate further.

So, he turned to Ronja when she double-checked him on feedback. He obviously overrode the comment about the blue haired guy out on the way.

"I agree. I mean, 's-a been the plan all this time along. Go for the healer first, then for a sanctuary. Or car'taker. Whatever.. But 'm still not sure this may be a case of animal trafficking though. Could definitely be a familiar someone created."

"Which brings me to ask, Kyra - you wouldn't happen to know any shelters around, do you? Or if there's a way for mages to create familiars or any way to track if this animal has any bonds, for that matter?"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot
@Kyra Vashtana

 

[Siondhe]

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Her brow furrowed as she tried to follow along with the conversation. The talk about Spirit Magic had peaked her interest, but the man had taken a sudden left turn on her, and Kyra found herself struggling to catch up. The magic had clearly taken more out of her than she'd originally thought - definitely something to review at a later time.

"Err...no sanctuary's that I'm aware of, at least not in the immediate area...I'd be happy to help you look for one, once I've recovered a bit though..."

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before forcing herself to her feet, leaning against the counter as she steadied herself.

"Uhm...magical familiars...I'm...not familiar with those, actually...although there's likely someone here who could help us out with that. I'm not entirely sure who, but...well, MIT and all...someone here must know something..."

She gave a half-hearted smile at the other two, shrugging and feeling a pang of regret that she wasn't being more helpful. Aside from mending a wing, she'd been unable to answer any of their questions specifically, simply knowing that there was likely possibilities.

"I mean...if it's a familiar, wouldn't it...try and get back to its summoner once it was healed? Or is that now how they work in this world...?"

@Gwainedhel | @Ronja Bubblyfoot​

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja pondered at @Gwainedhel's words, nodding briefly. "Yeah, maybe Ronja is overthinking. But then to just let the familiar go to waste like that..?" She crossed her arms, frowning. She didn't know how easy it was to summon one, much less to bond with one.

Tilting her head, Ronja looked at Kyra.

"Not even with the Spirit Magic? A bond could be found like that, no?" Ronja wondered, rubbing her chin.

"If not, then Ronja has trouble to how to figure out this is a familiar or not." A small pout formed in her lips. Whoever was this familiar's owner, they deserved a bonk. Whoever could be potentially animal trafficking, deserved a bigger bonk. But the lack of leads were frustrating the Magia girl.

"Perhaps. Unless the bond is severed? Ronja can summon her automatons, but they dismantle and return to her as soon as Ronja is done using them." Ronja admitted, looking at @Kyra Vashtana, unsure of how other people's summons usually worked.

 

[Gwainedhel]

Ronja and Kyra's contributions made sense so far. Yes, there could be a bond with someone, but there's a chance that if there was, the bird would fly back towards their master. On the other end, there's also the chance that the bond could have been severed somehow. Gwainedhel tried to remember whether familiars used to return back before the Terrasphere shut down, but he was unable to recall, having been so long since then.

For now they could only speculate.

"Yeah, I'm all for trying to figure this out through Spirit Magic too. I'm actually kinda invested in how does it work, being me a Yladian and all."

The reality is, Gwainedhel felt like knowing more about relationships but he was quite shy to talk about this. So, he resorted to this short hand, and pinned his attention to Kyra instead.

Folding and unfolding his arms, this time he actually took a seat at the corner of the table, all while the brilliant blue bird was preening its legs.

"If we find no bond though, I'm all for finding them a name."

The question would be: were they dealing with a male or a female?

@Kyra Vashtana @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Siondhe]

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Her eyes flitted between the two of them, both leaned against the table and clearly waiting for...something. Kyra sighed, knowing that it was probably fruitless to even attempt anything, but also acutely aware that if she didn't at least attempt something, they likely weren't going to move on to finding out anything else about this poor little creature.

Sighing, she closed her eyes, opening herself to the lines that were ever present so long as she knew to look for them. Connections, that ran between her and every living creature within this world; life lines that signified the soul of whatever was near her. Unfortunately, so far, it seemed like she was the only one who could see them. Perhaps an off-handed ability of my specific focus of spirit magic... She placed the thought aside, it was a consideration for another time, a time when she didn't need to focus on the task at hand.

It's...definitely alive...I can see its essence...its soul...

Her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to focus on anything connecting the bird to...well, anything else. She could see her own line connecting with it, as well as the lines of the two others in the room. There was a faint line that seemed to connect it to something else, something in the distance...

She focused on the line, trying to read it, in a sense. It took her only a few moments to decipher it, to figure out what it was. When she opened her eyes, she shook her head, an almost sorrowful look on her face.

No master, definitely not a summoned creature...but it had a mate, once...

She left the rest of the words hanging in the air, not mentioning aloud what had happened to the mate. It was a faint line, a connection from a time previous, when the other had been alive. Now, it slowly faded as the memories of the mate also left the creature.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot | @Gwainedhel​

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja tilted her head looking at Grwainedhel, blinking confused for a moment due to her own lack of knowledge regarding the world. "Yladian? What is that?" She questioned, but soon brushed off the question since there were more important businesses to work around, which also involved the possibility of a bond and the sever of it.

Albeit, the idea of finding a name caught Ronja's attention even more. "A name? So we can name it?" Ronja perked up, a bit excited. "Since we don't know its name, it could be something neutral, like Chipper or Sugar." She giggled quietly, slowly turning her attention back to Kyra, who seemed to have some trick under her sleeve.

The revelations were nothing short of impressive. "Wow, so you really can do this stuff with Spirit Magic-" Ronja chirped, fidgeting with her metal feet doing excited 'clank clanks' when hitting each other.

"This means we have a lead, we just need to know how to use it... Can you show us directions, or guide us there, doctor?" Ronja asked.

@Gwainedhel @Kyra Vashtana

 

[Gwainedhel]

"Yladian's how elves are referred in this world. Forest people attuned to nature and its bonds, feeling-attuned, you know the drill?" Gwainedhel explained as a matter-of-factly, lifting a finger next to his head and poking an ear tip with his hand. He pulled his long ear down, and then, release it and up it rose again. "I have the ability to send mental messages to people, for example. So anything that has to do with intangible bonds between others, that's my jam." Even if he didn't really know how what to do about it.

With this speech over, Gwainedhel's attention focused on Vyra. Ronja and him had made it a point to try about this spiritual magic, and even though the plea didn't come off as voiced, it was very clear that they wouldn't do anything else until the healer put more on her part. So, the poor beast tamer, not seeming to find another way to get the two adventurers out off her, gave up with a defeated sigh, moving to work on that magic on the little creature some time more.

This second time, the little macaw perked his head up, and narrowed his eyelids towards Vyra. He opened his beak and closed it, over and over again. As if he was pleading, as if he was... shrieking. Shrieking quietly.

As he did that, each of its blue feathers ruffled, and Gwainedhel, Gwainedhel began to feel a filling melancholy...

It's just the eyes of the bird.

Gwainedhel winced and flinched, quietly gripping his chest. It's just the eyes of the bird. You've just seen it suffer. It's not so hard!

And then Vyra was over, and once again, Gwainedhel's chest rose off, without the bird being much better off this time.

"He wasn't a familiar, but it had a mate, once."

That's the conclusion Kyra reached. Gwainedhel's brows shoot up and he looked at Ronja in surprise. She was as surprised as him, if not more.

It... made sense, in a way. Parrots are birds that mate for life. It would be heartbreaking to lose a partner.

"Are you still up for a chipper name, with a revelation like this?" Gwainedhel replied wryly, giving a malcontent look at Ronja. "Don't think there's any much more we can do about this. Parrots are birds that mate for life, as far as I know. I reckon this one lost their partner a long time ago, got distraught, and perhaps due to poachers, a fateful wind, or whatever, it took off and away from its homelands. To avoid the memories." It sounded like Gwainedhel may have been personalizing the story too much.

With a visibly worn-out grief hovering over the elf's shoulders, he sat sideways on the table next to the still nameless macaw, and bowing his head, he thanked Kyra.

"Thanks for all the help you've given us so far, doc. With this, I think, all what's left is to set off and take this bird far away from civilization, mayube to a medical camp, or to a proper animal sanctuary. Of course, if you have more directions it'd help us - but no need to. See, you have done a lot for us, as it stands."

Wait, since when did Gwainedhel turn so generous? Gah, it must be the bird, the bright blue bird, he told himself. It got him teary-eyed.

@Kyra Vashtana @Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Siondhe]

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Kyra glanced at the bird for a while, considering the words of the elfen man. It would be nice to see the bird taken somewhere where it could thrive once again, even if it was a journey. She could think of a few places, perhaps, given time that could maybe help them out.

The university itself doesn't have anywhere that would be able to provide what you're looking for - MIT tends to focus on research which would be less than appealing to such a creature.

She refrained from specifying the details of how that research would be completed, and the impact it would have on the bird itself. Not something that Kyra wanted to think about, much less describe to the others.

That being said...we could possibly find somewhere in Finweald that could provide the sort of sanctuary and final home for this one that you're looking for...

She wasn't entirely sure if there even was something like that here. She'd not seen a zoo, or anything else on her travels, but she hadn't exactly been looking for one either. It was entirely possibly to overlook something when one wasn't searching for it exclusively.

Until we find something, would you be alright if I tag along with you? I'd be most interested in making sure this one finds a good home, after everything. Assuming you're alright with me helping you out a bit, that is.

She glanced between the two individuals, hoping that they'd not turn her down. Although she had work to do at the university, she was sure it could wait until all of this was resolved. Besides...how long could it possibly take?

@Ronja Bubblyfoot | @Gwainedhel​

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Oh, alright. So it is a different way to call an elf. That explains a lot, this game does seem to have a lot of alternative names for everything. Like Starcalled for Players, and Landers for NPCs." Ronja nodded, though soon she frowned at a sudden question when she suggested a name for the parrot.

"Of course. Why not? Do you want Ronja to name the parrot something sad and melancholic, just because of the revelation?" Ronja crossed her arms, looking at Gwainedhel, puzzled at his question and tone redirected to her, shaking her head and looking at Kyra.

"If something like that really happened, and birds mate for life, we really have nothing else to do aside from making sure it is safe." Ronja sighed, rubbing her neck and casting a glance at the bird.

"A Sanctuary is our best bet..." She pursed her lips, then shifting her gaze to Kyra, nodding.

"Ronja would be fine with another one to help. Maybe we will find more clues on the way, and your help would be essential. We don't know if the parrot is entirely cured either, so it would be nice to have you around as a reassurance."

@Gwainedhel @Kyra Vashtana