Two lights and darks. The solar energies in this place have very set patterns of movement, making it clear that this strangely //wet// place is an orbiting gravity pocket around a young star. But far more distressingly, the only minerals she’s been able to locate are in such tiny granules that they’re heavily inanimate, and almost completely unresponsive to her attempts to make them respond.
After the quad-bi one carried her away from the portal, she tucked her into a place with limited 300 terahertz exposure and disappeared again. Kthzyx waited there as long as she felt was prudent, then after adopting the easier form to travel in (the quadruped form) she followed the increasing traces of non-solar 300THz emissions.
Now, on the fringes of Old Richmond, the crystalline individual makes note of the most often used frequencies of these very water-laden people. They seem to heavily favor the 10 to 20 KHz wavelengths.Howahkan, Wise-Wolf of the Moon Fall tribe… meditates.
The Earth calls to him, as she always has, and he can hear her voice the strongest in those places where nature thrives. Here, on the outskirts Old Richmond — gracing the edges of ‘ancient memory’, for that is the real treasure these ruins hold — Howahkan crouches upon a patch of bare soil.
Earth, rock and dust rise into the air around him, spinning and snaking in patterns that interweave like threads of a tapestry — on a loom of Air. Each pattern changes, growing larger and more complex the longer the blind Wolfen meditates.
As he slowly rises bodily into the air as well, shoots of grass appear on the ground where his paws had just been… and the Wolfen smiles. Earthsky is pleased with him today, and he with Earthsky.
This is a communion that will be felt in the nearby region — particularly by those sensitive to the elements.
Victoria comes into Old Richmond from Glowtown.
It wouldn’t be the first time that he has strayed farther than he might have originally intended. Still, Yaren doesn’t seem to be in any particular hurry to be back once he’s realized that he’s well off whatever beaten path he might have followed in the first place. He travels at a casual pace, his hatted…head(?) tilted skyward as though watching something as he goes along. A subtle chiming sort of sound, coming from high up reaches him, and he answers back with a whistle before turning his glowing gaze ahead.
Things are not nearly so peaceful for Victoria, proud explorer of the urban wasteland. SShe is currently adjusting her her hat with care, electrice tresses falling across her fingers as she does so. Blue eyes warily examine everything as the diminutive young woman rounds bends and scrabbles over rocks, watching as if any corner might contain untold wonders… Or death for the unwary. Despite the somewhat awkward stop and go pace this engenders young Victoria’s footsteps are sure against the stone. She clutches an amulet between the the fingers of her left hand as she travels, leather strap dangling, holding it up like it might light her way.
It seems the little bluehead is heading right for Howahkan, whether she knows it herself or not. Unerringly so, in fact.Detecting a tone that seems almost to be a reply to her own chimed calls for the Prince, Kthzyx echoes the tone back and in moving a bit further out of cover to emit the reply tone notices the minerals moving about in a very particular pattern nearby. That…. resembles the one who greeted her after she first arrived on this wet plane.
Still in quadruped form, she moves toward where the earth-talker is clearly communing, now chiming out to harmonize with the movements of the airborne rocks and dust.The grey-and-white striped Wolfen lifts his head, ears twitching. “Another melody joins the song,” says he once he detects the harmonising of a third party. A heartbeat or two later, and he recognises the ‘voice’.
That surprises him.
The trails of floating Earth in the Air fly away from the Wolfen, only to halt in circular patterns — larger than before — hanging in the sky. Howahkan settles back down to the ground and picks up his tasseled spear.
He sniffs the air, detecting a stranger… and then someone familiar. A smile appears on his lupine face and he casts his voice upon the Air, borne aloft toward…
“Yaren Seyuz,” says he. “Welcome — the Air will guide you.” True enough, an minor elemental spins into view near Yaren, then darts ahead toward the Earthsky-Speaker.
Yaren comes to a halt, appearing puzzled for a moment, even distracted. He closes his eyes briefly, the violet hue flickering when he reopens them, and he scans the skies for the silvery flash that would indicate his little Iinya. And then comes the voice, clear despite there being no one nearby, but familiar enough that the words spoken bring no further confusion. After all, he’s seen the Wolfen dive into earth and swim through it as water. He’s caused rocks to rise and fly. What’s using wind to speak?
Seeming just a touch hesitant on following after his private guide, Yaren does indeed follow, realizing that the tiny winged serpent shooting the breeze above seems to be heading in the same direction.Victoria is not being stealthy in any sense of the word. Leather boots shift easily across the rubble as she crests the ancient, rusted hull of an old steel framed car, framed in crumbling stone and mortar. Now the girl is a fully eight feet tall instead of her usual five and it is from this position she raises that amulet in her hand up to eye level and squints while she looks about. “It really should be be about… Here… I think. You’re not leading me off in the wrong direction for a lark, are you?” To whom the woman speaks it isn’t clear but she tosses her head to clear her face of blue bangs once more and breathes a heavy sigh.
“Well, harharhar. I’m about done laughing. In fact, I… Oh, wow.” Victoria is pausing as her gaze finally casts over the gathering. “I didn’t expect- so many… of…” She is openly gaping at Kthzyx, first and foremost. Forget simple surprise, the girl’s mouth is open, revealing pearly white teeth and a slight underbite to pair against her almost too wide azure eyes. She stands like that for a full seconds before closing her mouth forcefully and swallowing, hard. The hum of the crystal has Victoria tilting herh ead slightly and she manages a faint frown, lips lightly pressed together as her gaze casts over the group at large. She draws her gray trenchcoat in close and adjusts herself. The Rat amulet is hastily shoved into a pocket. “…Oh.”Zyx keeps approaching Howahkan, the harmony to his song getting clearer as she moves closer. And once she can see him, she starts ‘chattering’ at him again, sounding like crystal wind chimes swatted by a toddler. She’s unaware of the blue-haired young woman staring at her in shock or the hat-wearing individual approaching with a wind elemental guide. “One hears a song,” says the blind Wolfen, smiling in Zyx’s direction. “But one does not yet know the Singer.” Not half as well as he’d like, since she has already ‘claimed’ him in some… strange and not-altogether unworrying way. Howie spreads his handpaws, shifting the streams of Earth and Air into three large circles. When he gestures toward the ground, each circle drops — to form an interlinking pattern of hoops on the ground, with smaller whorls in between.
The music — at least his part in making it — stops.
With another gesture, stools made of intertwined rock and tree-root rise out of the ground — one for each person here, should they desire them.
“This is certainly a happenstance,” says he, addressing Zyx, Yaren and Tori. “Howahkan is not the only one drawn by Earthsky.” To Tori, he sniffs the air again, and smiles. “Howahkan,” he repeats, putting a handpaw to his chest. “The Wind knows a girl’s name. Tori, is it not?”
His eyes, the only thing that can be made out of Yaren’s face for the simple fact that everything else seems to be hopelessly lost in the shadows between tricorn and his high-collared coat, seem to smile as he comes upon the familiar Wolfen. “This one is always happy to see friend Howahkan,” he says, nodding at the Wolfen once he is near enough. The sound of his own steps don’t seem to match for one of his height and assumed weight. His gaze then passes over the other two, even as he lifts his arm to retrieve Iinya, who descends in a spiral, right up until it curls down his upraised arm to settle in with wings tucked over his shoulder.
“Greetings,” he offers towards the other two who have come to meet the Wolfen, or at least, it seems that Howahkan has at least become the meeting point for them. His glowing gaze lingers upon the form of Zyx after glancing towards Victoria, blatantly curious of such a being.
“The earth knows one by their step,” responds Tori to Howahkan’s greeting. She blinks once more ,then adjusts the black beanie again. Blue tresses fall into the girl’s eyes and this time she ignores them other thaan to purse her lips and blow uselessly at the dangling ends. “This one is Tori,” she agrees slowly. “ANd you are Howahkan. And that one-” There’s a pause as as tori lifts a finger to point at Zyx, then thinks better of it and instead grasps the flailing blue tresses to pull them away from her face. “That’s new,” she finishes helpfully.
Yaren gets a nod but for the moment she is, like everyone else, mostly taken in by the appearance of Kthzyx before her and the others present. She pauses for a second and takes a deep breath, letting out a trill. It isn’t quite like the wind chime song, but it’s close in its own way. She frowns. “That’s… Going to be hard.. AH… Hello?” Tori ventures next. Perhaps crystals speak english?
Tori takes a few more steps forward as she speaks and, entirely due to her own lack of self-cognizance, proceeds to trip over a newly made tree root stool, stumbling a few quick, jerky steps.The chiming exclamations from Kthzyx trail off as Howahkan’s song ends, and she ‘looks’ from him to Tori to Yaren (and Iinya) before rearing up to reform into a more bipedal shape. She watches the others and mimics Howahkan’s gesture indicating himself, then Tori’s trying to brush her hair out of her face. “This…” remarks the Wolfen, hearing Zyx’s greeting. “Is not going to be easy.”
Perhaps to buy a little time before attempting to talk to the… singing crystal creature-thing, the nine-foot tall Wolfen turns about to face Yaren and Tori a little easier. Speaking firstly to Yaren, he says:
“Strange, it is to find Yaren Seyuz on the edge of ‘Memory’s Graveyard’.” He is of course, referring to Old Richmond. The Wolfen pads over to Yaren and extends a handpaw toward him. “What brought Yaren here, before Howahkan smelled him?”
To Tori he adds: “One has not smelled another Speaker in several years. Whither is a girl bound?”
And then he turns his muzzle back to Kthzyx. “This one Howahkan hears… She is searching for someone. Beyond this… there is only confusion.” Instead of addressing Kthzyx directly, he beckons her over, and motions to one of the stools.
“This one thought to follow the coast, but Iinya wished to stretch its wings. So this one watched with Iinya’s eyes, and it seems this one has taken the wrong way. But it is no great matter; this one is again among friends.”
He looks over at Victoria as he nears the stools, not yet taking his seat. “Tori. A pleasure,” he says, gesturing to himself then. “This one is known as Yaren.” And then he glances between Howahkan and the other stranger. “…searching?”
“A girl is bound? Well… Here,” Victoria respondss slowly to Howie’s questioning, tilting her head slightly as she does so. “or nowhere, I guess, and yet here it seems is where I was coming to nonetheleess.” When Yaren introduces himself she nods her head, eyes quickly dancing between the being arrayed in front of her.
“The question of ocmmunication is an- interesting one. I’m not very good at charades. But, um… Hm.” She freowns faintly and then takes a deep breath, lifting her hand as she does so. “I might be able to as for help with translating if I- um…” She pauses for a moment. “The eaarth, I thnk, would unerstand better… r even what this thing actually… Is.” She smiles sheepishly, apparently dissatisfied with her choice of words.
“If this many of us have shown up here all ato nce in the middle of a ruin image what kind of crowds we’d draw in the, err, ciy. WHere the sane people are staying….” Another smile slowly flickers to life. “Hmm.”Once again, Kthzyx mimics Howahkan’s gestures, clearly not understanding the meaning he is trying to convey. But at least in doing so she’s moved closer to the others. Tori gets a few seconds’ worth of staring, but Yaren gets stared at for a lot longer than that. Then there’s a brief chime again and then silence. Maybe she’s waiting for a reply? Howahkan frowns.
“One agrees with his friends — our arrival here, together cannot be by chance.” It is one of those moments he wishes he could actually *see* the cystalline entity, and it makes him frown a little more.
Dropping into a comfortable crouch, the Wise-Wolf reaches into a pouch at his belt and withdraws… a handful of assorted crystals. “One has… been busy,” he tells Kthzyx, and he motions Yaren and Tori over. As soon as he lets go of the gems, they hang in the air for a few moments — and then move into a circular pattern. The smaller crystals form the shape of a feather in the centre of the circle, which then rises into the air between the group.
“She…” says he, indicating Kthzyx with a paw. “Is not of this world. Perhaps with the interweaving of Earth and Air magic — and of the Mind — we might enchant some of these gems to allow speech between us.”
He gestures with his muzzle from Yaren to Tori, trusting that neither would be here if they were not somehow meant to be, and finally causes the circle of crystals to wide and turn horizontal.
He has effectively made a summoning circle within a number of other loops, all linked. “One cannot do this alone,” he murmurs, and begins chanting in Wolfen.
Finding himself being stared at, Yaren doesn’t seem particularly bothered since he’s staring right back at her. Maybe he’s just used to getting stared at.
A blank look is directed Victoria’s way, any humor meant in her words clearly lost on him. For certain he’s never drawn crowds. Been in them, yes. At Howahkan’s beckoning, he moves closer, his attention falling upon the crystals that the Wolfen releases before them. It’s always fascinating to watch, and even though they’ve not quite started, it’s easy to draw Yaren’s interest, so having such curiosity as a child at times.
“Please let this one know what should be done,” he says, not quite sure if or how he might be able to assist, but always ready to offer it.
“It’s worth trying. Though if worst comes to wrosst I think we can ask for help in the sshort term and at least take care of the immediat problem,” Tori responds to Howahkan slowly. She looks toward Yaaren and blinks, studying him intently for a long moment. “I’m not sure what you can do so I am not sure what to ask you to help with, Yaren,” she admits earnestly. Then the girl shakes her head and takes a step forward toward the circle of crystals.
“So pretty. Normally I’d want to take a couple home. Actually, I could just make a couple if I wanted to take them home, but- I mean…” she shakes her head and scols, puffing determinedly to try to clear her bangs once more before taking a deep breath. But okay. So, voice of a crystal… Like the wind against forged silicon… Right?” She sings a note. Thiss one is sharp and clear. “So…”
Victoria makes a few complicated gestures and steps into place beside Howahkan, focusing. “I’m ready to help however I can,” she affirms then, quietly. “If I can keep my hair out of my face long enogh, I mean.”
A paw gestures toward Yaren, and in the midst of his guttural invocations, Howahkan murmurs: “Earth, borne by Wind, touched by Mind…”
Soil and dust sprays upward in perfect circles around Yaren, then Tori, then Howahkan, Kthzyx, and finally all of them — one after another, over and over again. Each time it happens, Earth touches the circle of tiny crystals, piercing the air with chimes at varying pitches.
It is not easy, trying to get the elements of different worlds to communicate properly. Howahkan’s ears flatten against his shaggy head as the spell nears its conclusion…
Somehow Yaren manages to convey a sheepish look at Victoria’s assessment. But since it seems he’s meant to be included, he does not step away. He might almost look just as eager as Kthzyx, and indeed once Howahkan begins to chant, his glowing eyes brighten as he watches what happens in its wake.
On his shoulder, head still perked, Iinya gives its own chiming shriek of its own, sounding a little confused at all the sounds. In response, Yaren brings up a hand, gently cupping the creature in reassurance.
“That’s something i’ve never t been able to do. To get the earth to take a deep breath like that and…” Tori sshakes her head and then inhales sharply again, tilting her heas she does. “That one,” she starts. “That’s the one. It’s captured- the pitch of…” Vicctoria reaches out and quickly snatches one of the crystals from the circle, fingers wrapping about it tightly. It would disrupt the ritual, leaving the rest confused and disoriented. A song sans one note. The girl, however, seems to be sure.
With her new toy in hand Victoria presents herself to Zyx, pulling to her full height of five feet and one nch in total. “My name is… Victoria. ANd you ar? ou seem to be a long way from homed.” The crystal? Well, it vibrates, certanly. And hums. And….Having watched everything intently, Kthzyx is especialy curious when Tori snags one of the crystals and addresses her again. It vibrates, and hums, and Zyx promptly plucks the gem out of the young woman’s hand and EATS it. Glomp, all gone. Such a spell has likely not been woven in this part of the world in… a long time. Elementalists must learn to communicate across dimensions frequently… but that is not to say those spells were cast here, on the ‘edges of Memorys’ Graveyard’, as Howahkan had called it.
Circles of Earth kiss rings of Air, playing the floating crystals like the notes of a musical instrument. The Wise-Wolf smiles at the unity in this moment; surely they will be able to talk with the strange, crystalline entity once the music is comp — .
And the strange, crystalline entity eats the Speaking-Gem.
Howahkan’s jaw falls open.
One by one, the hanging crystals fall to the ground. ‘Plink! Plink! Plinkplinkplinkplink!’…a cloud of dust arises, no longer controlled by the spell, getting in people’s faces — as bits of earth, root and rock land harmlessly (mostly) upon the Wolfen’s head… as well as Yaren’s and Tori’s.
Howahkan sits back on his stool, still slack-jawed, and rests his elbows on his furry knees. There’s a brief pause as his pink tongue lols out, licking at his black lips, and he shakes his head, sending dust flying.
“This… is going to be harder than Howahkan had thought.”
The song of Earthsky (and a crystalline entity -- Kthzyx), draws a number of people to the same place -- people who then discover that talking to crystals is not as easy as it sounds (actually it sounds more 'mad' than easy).
December 30, 2409
Wilds - Edge of Old Richmond