Sam does move closer to Elthana and Gewyn but keeps a bit of distance, unsure of himself or the situation. He is curious about just how a plant will become a person though and can't help but want a closer look.
"Will they grow like a normal plant or be speeded up?" Sam asks curiously. "Will they be rooted in place?"
Vin looks across to Sam, glad that someone shared his curiosity and was asking the questions he also wondered about.
He did have other questions too, unrelated to Spyro and the plant body they were growing. He idly takes hold of his broomstick, wondering if the fae magic could help fix it, but realising it wasn't the right time to ask just yet.
And then there was the bigger question. He looks across to Sam, to see how he looked now. If there were even any signs that he had been undead until mere minutes ago.
"many plants in the faewyld are living creatures with their own wants and needs, more sentient than that of the flora that dominates your realm... That doesn't mean that they're all good, mind you, but this one should be, I'll help transition spyro's soul into this husk and hopefully Gewyn's playing will bind spyro..." Mireah smiles as she pats the wet sand.
Vin tales a long hard look at Sam, the cut on his cheek that had flopped around under his helm has now fixed to his face and begin scarring nicely, his flesh is beginning to settle into a more healthy shade of green that is more like the half orc that vin has come to know. Neferox lifts her head and shoves vin looking up at him from her settled position before some communication is transmitted between them.
Gewyn looks at his birdpipes and his cittern, thinking about the problem at hand. His head nods along to some invisible tune as he tries to grasp the right melody. Then he turns and notices Elthana sitting beside him. He nods. "Okay. El, can you help me? Hold these pipes up. There, just like that."
To Mireah and anyone listening, he says, "When first I discovered Spyro, a faerie dragon, my first felt bond with the realm of my origin, these are the pipes I would play." Magic starts to tinge his voice as he pulls the cittern over his shoulder and tunes it. A soft wind starts to blow, woven from his words of small power. They blow across the openings of the pipes. The sound they produce is not complex or intricate, but rather slow, drawn out chords punctuated with small trills. "These are the slow ponderous notes I would play to him in the ethereal realm as I sought the song of that place while he would coil and drape across my shoulders. Something familiar. something true to where he's been these long years, and where we came to know each other."
He finishes tuning his cittern and strikes a few soft experimental notes on its strings. "But he needs more than familiar. He needs new. For we fashion him a new form in a new realm." He begins to play long notes with slides and bends. "To usher him into this new plane, I use a new instrument to present what I have found so far of the songs of Theair and the other planes I have wandered, if truly there could be such things. To draw him near, but keep him unchained to what the world would make him, he needs a song that is as ever-changing and ephemeral as the wind itself.
The volume of the pipes increases, and the long cittern notes begin to cascade into finger-picked arpeggios. No longer notes, but leaves twirling and tumbling through the trees. Raindrops falling on crystal planes. The pipes now producing the swelling of a Blugufa cresting overhead.
But layered in are the strong chords of epics told by tavern hearthlight, ethereal ghosts of melodies that could be, and foreboding shadows of past refrains.
As the music begins, Sam finds himself distracted from everything else. Including reality. He drops from his feet to his but with a thump, though he is fine. He barely seems to have noticed that his feet just went out from under him. As the music continues Sam's head nods up and down, the muscles and tendons creaking a bit as he does. He also begins to tap his hands against the floor, adding a bit of a drumbeat to the music... But much like his newly restarted heart, Sam doesn't keep a good beat and is totally out of rhythm.
"Puff the magic dragon... lived by the sea..." he mumble-sings under his breath, hopefully not loud enough for anyone to hear. The tune Gewyn plays is nothing like the weird tune that Sam is currently hearing in his head but there seems to be some connection. At least to him. A boy and his animal friend, eh? Sam could relate to that...
If anyone paid Sam too much attention they would almost be worried that he took a step back, health wise. His eyes have a thousand yard stare to them, he doesn't really seem to be cognizant of what is going on around him, and his movements are all a bit jerky and wooden... But before they could do or say anything about it Sam's eyes would suddenly find theirs and he would give them a smile and a nod. "A bit of whiplash I think," he would whisper, so as not to disrupt the song. "Alive, undead, alive again... whoa, eh?"
Once no longer the focal point of anyone, Sam would try to pay attention to Gewyn and his tune, to the plant that would be a man, and to the young girl responsible for all the great magics... But his mind would trail off again soon enough. The abyss doesn't like to let go too easily...
Gewyn begins playing, slowly and surely. His shifter form, that of his original, white haired and pale of skin, though now the group sees a familial similarity between himself and Mireah. His hair lifts and plays with the wind that his song conjures. Mireah begins chanting over the seedling, one hand placed gently over the Heartstone embedded in the hand mirror as the other performs the gestures needed for the ritual, at the spark of her magic she begins to glow a green living aura that lights up the space.
A small sprout pokes its way up, slowly and curiously to the rhythm being played.
Mireah's chant syncs up with that of Gewyn's music.
Hector and Griff sit in stunned silence though he tors feet begin tapping and Griff's feathers stand on end as he finds he cannot help himself from swaying along.
The melody develops, picking up, twisting and turning in the reflections of the realms, Thaeir, the material, the faewyld that runs through Gewyn's veins and Spyro's soul.
The plant grows and develops ridges along one side, pale shelves of mushrooms like that of Thaeir. A flower blooms and curls, sprouting stigma and stamen which extend out like whiskers which vibrate and feel out the magic in the waves of music.
Gewyn feels the form taking hold from his magic, he feels like an extension of himself is moulding the plant like clay, a trill here, a minor section there and he could completely alter the plants look and function.
Tapping into the connection and past he has with spyro, since discovering the creatures soul after fighting Rynwell, Gewyn plays with determination and dedication, forming a similar body to the one he knows spyro is comfortable with, though the flourishes can only be beneficial. Leaves sprout behind the mushroom shelf, in tight knit rows, which swell and interlock like scales. Several leaves atop the main flower head sprout in sharp angles before curling and yellowing to spikes.
One last push, everyone feels the music swell, the wind ripples around catching the pipes but also everyone's breath as the crescendo of the sound seems tantalisingly close and no one dares breathe. Gewyn's hair begins to glow with flecks of green reflecting the same aura and energy exuding from Mireah. Gewyn's mind is opened all at once to the faewyld within him, the order in the chaos of a place he has never been to or seen, the feeling of something indescribable and he knows just what to do.
As the song reaches its climax, bright multicoloured branches sprout suddenly from the back of this plant form. Between each extending arm a shimmering haze of iridescent spores solidify I to a sheet that connects each branch forming wings patterned like rainbows.
As the song dies down, you all see before you a dragon, around 3ft long, four legs, four wings, and a spiky little head, it's wings look like butterfly wings but the entire being is made of plants and vegetation which bristles in the slowing winds. Stillness. Everyone breathes once again but it appears that there is no life in the creature, it's tail still firmly planted in the ground. Mireah does not stop glowing as she reaches out for Gewyn's hand.
Gently she presses Gewyn's hand against the snout of the small flowery dragon, and places her hand over his giving him a wide grin as she does. Gewyn feels the lifeless plant beneath his fingers and smells the perfume of unnatural flowers. The group hears an audible crack as the Heartstone shatters, and Gewyn feels a familiar presence pass through him, warming the back of his hand and passing into the plant.
Spyro rips his tail from the crystal dirt, shaking off the roots as he starts rapidly blinking and trying to stretch like a cat, suddenly aware of his surroundings, shock crosses his flowery dragon like face as he speaks for the first time. "Gewyn!? Wha.. MIREAH!!?!?"
Gewyn, beaming and flushed from the thrill of magic, reaches out to place a hand on the back of Spyro's head. He brings his own forward until the two are touching foreheads. "Spyro, I've missed you. Look... We've found her!" He releases him and allows the dragon to turn his attention to Mireah.
"Rocky... Ugh," Sam mutters, the veggie-dragon's calling out of names sparking some dusty old memories in the dark recesses of Sam's mind.
"Oh, hey," Sam says a bit more coherently a moment later. "Um, congratulations? Is it... like real? Permanent and everything? Not going to wilt like anniversary flowers?"
Elthana happily takes the pipes in her lap, wanting to assist however she can. But as the music starts.. even these long notes with the accentuated trills, she feels them move through her body. She isn't sure if it is because she is also helping with the instrument or just the situation, but she closes her eyes.
As she does, she is moved. Outwardly, those around her see her body move like never before, not awkward or outlandishly as she moves to the music, but full body waves as she sits there and it moves through her. Inwardly, all her thoughts and feelings are completely on Gewyn, this plant, Mireah and their connection. A smile plays on her lips as she sees in her mind the connection between them all in her own way, a sense of peace and belonging that tries to be broken by her own unwanted past, but she shoves that away.
When she finally opens her eyes and sees the impossible in front of her, her breath is taken from her and she can only stare. Eventually, she can breathe again and she has no words as life is breathed into this incredible creature and she waits to see what happens next.
Vin is transfixed by the show of power before him, and although he isn't moved to dance to the music he does nod along as he watches his friend closely. The power and beauty of the performance transcends anything he has seen before, but it is the way Gewyn connects to his heritage which really moves him. The way his power interacts with his grandmother's showing the bonds of family are strong despite never having met before.
A single tear escapes from his right eye as the fae magic finally crescendos with the newly formed body springing to life. He doesn't care or feel embarrassed, letting it fall down his cheek unchecked.
Neferox tries to look aloof, but her tail is wagging rhythmically and her hind quarters almost imperceptibly bounces along in time to the beat.
When the newly constructed and now inhabited body speaks, Vin smiles broadly. "Gewyn, that was amazing!", is all he can find to say.
Gewyn places an affectionate hand on Elthana's shoulder in thanks and grins back over his shoulder at everyone. "I saw you dancing, Nef. Don't pretend I didn't."
He stands then, placing a hand on Spyro's spine. "For all my life, I have felt hollow. Putting on empty performances and watching people dance to notes that mean nothing to me. but this song... This is how I am meant to be. I have been waking up these last few weeks. I understand myself better now, and I hope that song helped explain it to you all as well."
"not going to wilt, though if anyone in your group has druid craft magic then it will certainly help mend spyro if he gets hurt. With time his form will change, solidify into that of his true form, a faerie dragon." Mireah answers to sam, before looking over to Gewyn and the newest addition, "you did amazing Gewyn, so gifted! How do you feel Spyro?" At her praise she can't help but lean up in her tip toes and give Gewyn's cheek a pinch with excitement.
Delores pokes her head through from the other room, apparently having missed the while show she looks at the dragon with no real surprise, instead she starts handing out glasses and sets down four nicely preserved wine bottles, though the labels look worn and old, and the wax seals seem to be lightly scuffed in places. "Looks like a time for celebration hmm? I've got food on too, give it chance. Who's this then anyway?"
Mireah beams, "Spyro, my ever faithful ward from the faewyld, shionne and he helped me escape, he stayed behind to assist in the duties of the lands of spring but apparently after my departure, rynwell... Well Spyro's soul was imprisoned in this gem. I assisted Gewyn in rebirthing him to a new form."
Delores gives Gewyn a raised eyebrow, handing him a glass, "you know how to access the aspect of spring then? Of change and rebirth? Quite the feat young man."
Spyro bristles once again at Gewyn's touch, deciding to climb the bard and lay across his shoulders like a scarf before excitedly speaking out, "oh I'm fine! I'm much better than fine! I was trapped, only existing in the ethereal plane for so long, it's amazing to have a body again! I have this entire group to thank for my escape from Rynwell, there was something really really wrong with her, she wasn't the same as when you left, not at all, anyway I've been watching over them from the ethereal ever since! well.. that was until they crossed to this place, there is no ethereal that borders here, and so I was.. nowhere. And then suddenly I was here. There's so much to tell you all! But first I'm just happy to be back"
Vin watches the interaction with interest, and even reaches out with his own druidic power to see what effect it might have on the flora form of the little dragon when it is mentioned that it could heal the creature.
Sam's question reflects his own thought, but he knows Gewyn can be secretive, so is not exactly surprised he hadn't told them. And no harm had been done.
He turns to Mireah, "So you will be able to remove the effects of the pendant that cause the wearer to become undead now that Spyro is free? Perhaps you might see what you can do with my broom too?", he says hopefully, holding it up now so she can see the crack in it. "I mean, if it isn't being too forward asking", he adds quickly, looking to Gewyn and back to Mireah.
As Vin casts his druidic magic upon Spyro, flowers bloom along the dragons spine and he laughs as if being tickled. "Ooooooh there's a pendant? What's this?" He chuckles as Mireah takes out and lifts the pendant to Spyro for his expertise. "Oh necrotic, grave regeneration, nasty but tempting hmmm?" He says as he sniffs the item.
"Curses like this don't just go away, you can remove them from the person but removing the effects from the item itself. Hmmm curses are intrinsic to the item. Especially items like this... Look at the way the flesh itself is seen to the skull, decomposed bit not decomposing. See? The only way to remove the curse is to unbind one from the other, but that will only leave us with a broken skull on a chain..."
When Vin offers up the broom, Mireah's face lights up, "bryze!" And coming closer she sees the damage, her face drops a little with worry, "oh bryze, what happened to you?, let's get you fixed up yeah?"
"It was an accident", Vin says looking and feeling a little guilty as he makes the connection between the broomstick, Rynwell and Mireah. "We tried to fix it as best we could, but obviously it still isn't right".
"Do you really think you can fix it up? If I can help at all, I will", he offers sincerely.
Knowing what Sam said about the pendant, Elthana is still relieved that the pendant cannot be adorned upon his armor as the face of Rynwell is. Listening to Spyro, she smiles. Going to be a fun addition to their little band of misfits. She's also glad she can actually understand this one as she looks at Nef. She wonders about the hound, she hasn't heard any issues with her lately, she hopes that is true and that it is a good thing.
As Vin steps up about her broom, she thinks about what Hector said and her dreams. Could this Mireah really help her with her nightmares?
Gewyn scratches the back of his neck. "Well at the time, Spyro existed purely in the ethereal and could affect only the ethereal. He was a companion to me, but one I couldn't exactly introduce anyone to. I recognize now that we all know each other better that there was no need to keep him secret, but at the time I also didn't feel a big need to share. I do apologize now for keeping you in the dark..."
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Sam does move closer to Elthana and Gewyn but keeps a bit of distance, unsure of himself or the situation. He is curious about just how a plant will become a person though and can't help but want a closer look.
"Will they grow like a normal plant or be speeded up?" Sam asks curiously. "Will they be rooted in place?"
Vin looks across to Sam, glad that someone shared his curiosity and was asking the questions he also wondered about.
He did have other questions too, unrelated to Spyro and the plant body they were growing. He idly takes hold of his broomstick, wondering if the fae magic could help fix it, but realising it wasn't the right time to ask just yet.
And then there was the bigger question. He looks across to Sam, to see how he looked now. If there were even any signs that he had been undead until mere minutes ago.
"many plants in the faewyld are living creatures with their own wants and needs, more sentient than that of the flora that dominates your realm... That doesn't mean that they're all good, mind you, but this one should be, I'll help transition spyro's soul into this husk and hopefully Gewyn's playing will bind spyro..." Mireah smiles as she pats the wet sand.
Vin tales a long hard look at Sam, the cut on his cheek that had flopped around under his helm has now fixed to his face and begin scarring nicely, his flesh is beginning to settle into a more healthy shade of green that is more like the half orc that vin has come to know. Neferox lifts her head and shoves vin looking up at him from her settled position before some communication is transmitted between them.
Gewyn looks at his birdpipes and his cittern, thinking about the problem at hand. His head nods along to some invisible tune as he tries to grasp the right melody. Then he turns and notices Elthana sitting beside him. He nods. "Okay. El, can you help me? Hold these pipes up. There, just like that."
To Mireah and anyone listening, he says, "When first I discovered Spyro, a faerie dragon, my first felt bond with the realm of my origin, these are the pipes I would play." Magic starts to tinge his voice as he pulls the cittern over his shoulder and tunes it. A soft wind starts to blow, woven from his words of small power. They blow across the openings of the pipes. The sound they produce is not complex or intricate, but rather slow, drawn out chords punctuated with small trills. "These are the slow ponderous notes I would play to him in the ethereal realm as I sought the song of that place while he would coil and drape across my shoulders. Something familiar. something true to where he's been these long years, and where we came to know each other."
He finishes tuning his cittern and strikes a few soft experimental notes on its strings. "But he needs more than familiar. He needs new. For we fashion him a new form in a new realm." He begins to play long notes with slides and bends. "To usher him into this new plane, I use a new instrument to present what I have found so far of the songs of Theair and the other planes I have wandered, if truly there could be such things. To draw him near, but keep him unchained to what the world would make him, he needs a song that is as ever-changing and ephemeral as the wind itself.
The volume of the pipes increases, and the long cittern notes begin to cascade into finger-picked arpeggios. No longer notes, but leaves twirling and tumbling through the trees. Raindrops falling on crystal planes. The pipes now producing the swelling of a Blugufa cresting overhead.
But layered in are the strong chords of epics told by tavern hearthlight, ethereal ghosts of melodies that could be, and foreboding shadows of past refrains.
As the music begins, Sam finds himself distracted from everything else. Including reality. He drops from his feet to his but with a thump, though he is fine. He barely seems to have noticed that his feet just went out from under him. As the music continues Sam's head nods up and down, the muscles and tendons creaking a bit as he does. He also begins to tap his hands against the floor, adding a bit of a drumbeat to the music... But much like his newly restarted heart, Sam doesn't keep a good beat and is totally out of rhythm.
"Puff the magic dragon... lived by the sea..." he mumble-sings under his breath, hopefully not loud enough for anyone to hear. The tune Gewyn plays is nothing like the weird tune that Sam is currently hearing in his head but there seems to be some connection. At least to him. A boy and his animal friend, eh? Sam could relate to that...
If anyone paid Sam too much attention they would almost be worried that he took a step back, health wise. His eyes have a thousand yard stare to them, he doesn't really seem to be cognizant of what is going on around him, and his movements are all a bit jerky and wooden... But before they could do or say anything about it Sam's eyes would suddenly find theirs and he would give them a smile and a nod. "A bit of whiplash I think," he would whisper, so as not to disrupt the song. "Alive, undead, alive again... whoa, eh?"
Once no longer the focal point of anyone, Sam would try to pay attention to Gewyn and his tune, to the plant that would be a man, and to the young girl responsible for all the great magics... But his mind would trail off again soon enough. The abyss doesn't like to let go too easily...
Muir is so focused on the 99 questions that he has that he only taps his foot not realizing he is even doing so.
Gewyn begins playing, slowly and surely. His shifter form, that of his original, white haired and pale of skin, though now the group sees a familial similarity between himself and Mireah. His hair lifts and plays with the wind that his song conjures. Mireah begins chanting over the seedling, one hand placed gently over the Heartstone embedded in the hand mirror as the other performs the gestures needed for the ritual, at the spark of her magic she begins to glow a green living aura that lights up the space.
A small sprout pokes its way up, slowly and curiously to the rhythm being played.
Mireah's chant syncs up with that of Gewyn's music.
Hector and Griff sit in stunned silence though he tors feet begin tapping and Griff's feathers stand on end as he finds he cannot help himself from swaying along.
The melody develops, picking up, twisting and turning in the reflections of the realms, Thaeir, the material, the faewyld that runs through Gewyn's veins and Spyro's soul.
The plant grows and develops ridges along one side, pale shelves of mushrooms like that of Thaeir. A flower blooms and curls, sprouting stigma and stamen which extend out like whiskers which vibrate and feel out the magic in the waves of music.
Gewyn feels the form taking hold from his magic, he feels like an extension of himself is moulding the plant like clay, a trill here, a minor section there and he could completely alter the plants look and function.
Tapping into the connection and past he has with spyro, since discovering the creatures soul after fighting Rynwell, Gewyn plays with determination and dedication, forming a similar body to the one he knows spyro is comfortable with, though the flourishes can only be beneficial. Leaves sprout behind the mushroom shelf, in tight knit rows, which swell and interlock like scales. Several leaves atop the main flower head sprout in sharp angles before curling and yellowing to spikes.
One last push, everyone feels the music swell, the wind ripples around catching the pipes but also everyone's breath as the crescendo of the sound seems tantalisingly close and no one dares breathe. Gewyn's hair begins to glow with flecks of green reflecting the same aura and energy exuding from Mireah. Gewyn's mind is opened all at once to the faewyld within him, the order in the chaos of a place he has never been to or seen, the feeling of something indescribable and he knows just what to do.
As the song reaches its climax, bright multicoloured branches sprout suddenly from the back of this plant form. Between each extending arm a shimmering haze of iridescent spores solidify I to a sheet that connects each branch forming wings patterned like rainbows.
As the song dies down, you all see before you a dragon, around 3ft long, four legs, four wings, and a spiky little head, it's wings look like butterfly wings but the entire being is made of plants and vegetation which bristles in the slowing winds. Stillness. Everyone breathes once again but it appears that there is no life in the creature, it's tail still firmly planted in the ground. Mireah does not stop glowing as she reaches out for Gewyn's hand.
Gently she presses Gewyn's hand against the snout of the small flowery dragon, and places her hand over his giving him a wide grin as she does. Gewyn feels the lifeless plant beneath his fingers and smells the perfume of unnatural flowers. The group hears an audible crack as the Heartstone shatters, and Gewyn feels a familiar presence pass through him, warming the back of his hand and passing into the plant.
Spyro rips his tail from the crystal dirt, shaking off the roots as he starts rapidly blinking and trying to stretch like a cat, suddenly aware of his surroundings, shock crosses his flowery dragon like face as he speaks for the first time. "Gewyn!? Wha.. MIREAH!!?!?"
Gewyn, beaming and flushed from the thrill of magic, reaches out to place a hand on the back of Spyro's head. He brings his own forward until the two are touching foreheads. "Spyro, I've missed you. Look... We've found her!" He releases him and allows the dragon to turn his attention to Mireah.
"Rocky... Ugh," Sam mutters, the veggie-dragon's calling out of names sparking some dusty old memories in the dark recesses of Sam's mind.
"Oh, hey," Sam says a bit more coherently a moment later. "Um, congratulations? Is it... like real? Permanent and everything? Not going to wilt like anniversary flowers?"
Elthana happily takes the pipes in her lap, wanting to assist however she can. But as the music starts.. even these long notes with the accentuated trills, she feels them move through her body. She isn't sure if it is because she is also helping with the instrument or just the situation, but she closes her eyes.
As she does, she is moved. Outwardly, those around her see her body move like never before, not awkward or outlandishly as she moves to the music, but full body waves as she sits there and it moves through her. Inwardly, all her thoughts and feelings are completely on Gewyn, this plant, Mireah and their connection. A smile plays on her lips as she sees in her mind the connection between them all in her own way, a sense of peace and belonging that tries to be broken by her own unwanted past, but she shoves that away.
When she finally opens her eyes and sees the impossible in front of her, her breath is taken from her and she can only stare. Eventually, she can breathe again and she has no words as life is breathed into this incredible creature and she waits to see what happens next.
Vin is transfixed by the show of power before him, and although he isn't moved to dance to the music he does nod along as he watches his friend closely. The power and beauty of the performance transcends anything he has seen before, but it is the way Gewyn connects to his heritage which really moves him. The way his power interacts with his grandmother's showing the bonds of family are strong despite never having met before.
A single tear escapes from his right eye as the fae magic finally crescendos with the newly formed body springing to life. He doesn't care or feel embarrassed, letting it fall down his cheek unchecked.
Neferox tries to look aloof, but her tail is wagging rhythmically and her hind quarters almost imperceptibly bounces along in time to the beat.
When the newly constructed and now inhabited body speaks, Vin smiles broadly. "Gewyn, that was amazing!", is all he can find to say.
Gewyn places an affectionate hand on Elthana's shoulder in thanks and grins back over his shoulder at everyone. "I saw you dancing, Nef. Don't pretend I didn't."
He stands then, placing a hand on Spyro's spine. "For all my life, I have felt hollow. Putting on empty performances and watching people dance to notes that mean nothing to me. but this song... This is how I am meant to be. I have been waking up these last few weeks. I understand myself better now, and I hope that song helped explain it to you all as well."
"not going to wilt, though if anyone in your group has druid craft magic then it will certainly help mend spyro if he gets hurt. With time his form will change, solidify into that of his true form, a faerie dragon." Mireah answers to sam, before looking over to Gewyn and the newest addition, "you did amazing Gewyn, so gifted! How do you feel Spyro?" At her praise she can't help but lean up in her tip toes and give Gewyn's cheek a pinch with excitement.
Delores pokes her head through from the other room, apparently having missed the while show she looks at the dragon with no real surprise, instead she starts handing out glasses and sets down four nicely preserved wine bottles, though the labels look worn and old, and the wax seals seem to be lightly scuffed in places. "Looks like a time for celebration hmm? I've got food on too, give it chance. Who's this then anyway?"
Mireah beams, "Spyro, my ever faithful ward from the faewyld, shionne and he helped me escape, he stayed behind to assist in the duties of the lands of spring but apparently after my departure, rynwell... Well Spyro's soul was imprisoned in this gem. I assisted Gewyn in rebirthing him to a new form."
Delores gives Gewyn a raised eyebrow, handing him a glass, "you know how to access the aspect of spring then? Of change and rebirth? Quite the feat young man."
Spyro bristles once again at Gewyn's touch, deciding to climb the bard and lay across his shoulders like a scarf before excitedly speaking out, "oh I'm fine! I'm much better than fine! I was trapped, only existing in the ethereal plane for so long, it's amazing to have a body again! I have this entire group to thank for my escape from Rynwell, there was something really really wrong with her, she wasn't the same as when you left, not at all, anyway I've been watching over them from the ethereal ever since! well.. that was until they crossed to this place, there is no ethereal that borders here, and so I was.. nowhere. And then suddenly I was here. There's so much to tell you all! But first I'm just happy to be back"
Sam gets up, his joints audibly creaking as he does so, and looks at the vegi-dragon. "Watching over us?" he asks. "That's not creepy at all..."
"So this little fella was 'with us' since we fought the ha... err, Rynwell?" Sam turns and asks Gewyn. "And you didn't mention them?"
Vin watches the interaction with interest, and even reaches out with his own druidic power to see what effect it might have on the flora form of the little dragon when it is mentioned that it could heal the creature.
Sam's question reflects his own thought, but he knows Gewyn can be secretive, so is not exactly surprised he hadn't told them. And no harm had been done.
He turns to Mireah, "So you will be able to remove the effects of the pendant that cause the wearer to become undead now that Spyro is free? Perhaps you might see what you can do with my broom too?", he says hopefully, holding it up now so she can see the crack in it. "I mean, if it isn't being too forward asking", he adds quickly, looking to Gewyn and back to Mireah.
As Vin casts his druidic magic upon Spyro, flowers bloom along the dragons spine and he laughs as if being tickled. "Ooooooh there's a pendant? What's this?" He chuckles as Mireah takes out and lifts the pendant to Spyro for his expertise. "Oh necrotic, grave regeneration, nasty but tempting hmmm?" He says as he sniffs the item.
"Curses like this don't just go away, you can remove them from the person but removing the effects from the item itself. Hmmm curses are intrinsic to the item. Especially items like this... Look at the way the flesh itself is seen to the skull, decomposed bit not decomposing. See? The only way to remove the curse is to unbind one from the other, but that will only leave us with a broken skull on a chain..."
When Vin offers up the broom, Mireah's face lights up, "bryze!" And coming closer she sees the damage, her face drops a little with worry, "oh bryze, what happened to you?, let's get you fixed up yeah?"
"It was an accident", Vin says looking and feeling a little guilty as he makes the connection between the broomstick, Rynwell and Mireah. "We tried to fix it as best we could, but obviously it still isn't right".
"Do you really think you can fix it up? If I can help at all, I will", he offers sincerely.
Knowing what Sam said about the pendant, Elthana is still relieved that the pendant cannot be adorned upon his armor as the face of Rynwell is. Listening to Spyro, she smiles. Going to be a fun addition to their little band of misfits. She's also glad she can actually understand this one as she looks at Nef. She wonders about the hound, she hasn't heard any issues with her lately, she hopes that is true and that it is a good thing.
As Vin steps up about her broom, she thinks about what Hector said and her dreams. Could this Mireah really help her with her nightmares?
Muir waits for food and more tea before spilling some....
Gewyn scratches the back of his neck. "Well at the time, Spyro existed purely in the ethereal and could affect only the ethereal. He was a companion to me, but one I couldn't exactly introduce anyone to. I recognize now that we all know each other better that there was no need to keep him secret, but at the time I also didn't feel a big need to share. I do apologize now for keeping you in the dark..."