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Khrysa As they continued on, Khrysa had her breath taken away by the scenery. It was quite a spectacular view...even before taking into consideration the strange, dream-like aspects of it like the knoll's geometry and the faded horizon. The mushrooms were also eye-catching with their bright colors, but she preferred to leave handling the potential toxins to the experienced gatherer. Instead, she continues to look around in awe, her gaze following the trail of white smoke up to the opaque sky. "I still don't know what this place is..." Khrysa murmurs, her thoughts drifting to an old fairy tale about children being trapped inside a glass ornament. |
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Rahat had seen many different vistas in her travels that she would not have imagined prior to leaving the desert, but the mushroom field was clearly something else, and that was confirmed by Khrysa's reaction. "I do not know what it is either, except that it cannot be natural." There was no judgment in Rahat's tone. While natural cycles were important to her and her order, there was always a use for the artificial. She pointed towards the smoke rising from behind the curly hill. "Perhaps we will find Argritte over there." First, though, her attention was drawn to the mushrooms. One of the voices had said "plump and red," so she looked for a suitable specimen of blood red color. Putting on gloves and taking a knife, she cut one stalk free and examined it. This was dangerous territory. All toxins were a matter of degree, but Rahat knew some mushrooms had toxins that could have terrible effects with even a tiny piece. She gentled squeezed the mushroom cap to see if anything would ooze out before wrapping it in a cloth. She could take the step of testing some on herself, if need be, but it would be foolish to do so if there were someone on the other side of the hill who could tell her if they were safe. |
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Khrysa "Perhaps we will find Argritte over there." "Errr...who was Argritte agai-...oh, right!" it took some racking of her brain, but she eventually remembered the words of the Queen at the beginning of all this. Her thoughts had been even more scrambled than usual while exploring this strange land, and other important morsels of information like 'plump and red' also weren't at the top of her mind; it was fortunate that her companion was much more focused. "Yes, let's go take a look! Even if it isn't the butler, it might be somebody else who can help!" It felt like a while since they had encountered anyone who wasn't a disembodied voice or glowy-leaf-bird. |
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Rahat leaned back as the mushroom puffed powder into the air, even holding her breath and taking a few steps back to avoid the cloud. If the mushroom was that eager to get its spores into her, she was not going to oblige it. Not until she knew more. Covering the shriveled cap with the cloth, she tucked it into a jar and securely closed the lid.
Taking a careful breath, she nodded. "Let's take a look, then." Rahat moved to round the hill, watching her step lest she accidentally set off another cloud of spores. |
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Khrysa She looks around a little to make sure she wasn't missing anything, though it was pretty obvious there weren't any other structures around. "Err....hello? Hello? Anyone here?" she calls out into the empty space, and then down the grate, for whatever good that would do. Khrysa then perplexedly tilts her head at her companion, wondering if Rahat had some understanding of the situation that she didn't. |
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The path is oddly looping, but Rahat feels there must be a reason for that somewhere, and it seems the easiest way to avoid further disturbing the mushrooms, so Rahat sticks to it. Perhaps it has a spiritual meaning, like the labyrinths the sages sometimes drew.
The lack of a house, or even a door, at the end of the path is confusing. Rahat examines the grate, but unless Argritte is very small (and doesn't mind a lot of smoke), it doesn't seem a likely entrance. The smell of tea emanating from it does feel promising, though. Even if this isn't Argritte's place, they may be able to barter for some tea leaves. And if someone is brewing tea, them surely they are home to greet visitors. Rahat looks around further, and her eyes fall on the box with the raised flag. She seen something like those in some of the towns she's passed through. She looks for Khrysa and catches her giving a quizzical look. Rahat points to the mailbox. "Those are usually placed right outside the entrance, right?" She approaches it, and, for lack of any better ideas, she calls out "Argritte, are you here?" She looks about some more for anything that looks like a door or flap. |
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Khrysa "Um, so you're not the one who lives here? W-well, we're on a quest to make tea! For the Prickly Queen, because she said...things. We were just wandering at Lake Kagamihara then ended up here somehow? And we need to find ingredients and maybe Agritte...?" she looks over to Rahat for a possibly more put-together explanation or anything she missed. |
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Rahat squints up at the flying cat as Khrysa offers an explanation for their presence. This would certainly be a story to tell the Sultana someday, if she ever makes it back to Ankhtenakas. Thinking of all this as a story she can tell someone later helps. It implies that she will make it through.
"We're sorry to intrude, but when the Queen charged us to prepare her tea, she said that Argritte would know how she prefers it done. Could you tell us where to find them?" |
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Rahat's eyes widen as the cat corrects them on the proper form of address for the Prickly Queen. "Thank you. Queen Alys-kranda-ricroy"—she stumbles a bit over the proper stresses—"did not deign to have herself announced when we found ourselves in her presence." She also makes note of Ser Brookshire's reference to the "Shadow Labyrinth," a name for the place they have found themselves, and a fitting one.
Lifting up her hands and flexing her thumbs to show their functioning, Rahat frowns at Ser Brookshire's instructions. "I am a healer and willing to help, but what do you mean when you say 'ignore any other beings you meet'?" It is one thing to ignore the stares and jeers of passersby, or else threatening postures, and quite another to ignore people in need of help, and that's only considering "beings" that look and act like people. |
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Khrysa "A pleasure to meet you, Ser Brookshire!" she greets, relieved that owl-cat-knight's name was simpler at least. "Yes, we would love to help Argritte with that!" she agrees while instinctively following Rahat in showing off her functioning thumbs. She is more quiet while pondering the feline's warning to ignore any they encountered along the path. That sounded easy enough, but she had a twisting feeling that it might not be, especially when Brookshire referenced tricks like false calls for help. It would take vigilance to resist that instinct. |
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