Aspen lingers just a heartbeat longer as the painted squirrel darts along the roots. Her ears perk and twitch, tracking the movement. A soft, instinctive chitter escapes her. "Hello." It was quiet and quick, the kind of sound made without thinking when something small and lively catches the eye. Her head tilts slightly, watching. Waiting, just for a moment… as if half-expecting a response. Her tail gives a small, hopeful flick behind her.
At the sound of the professor greeting Shin, one ear tilts that way, catching the exchange. That's when Aspen’s attention shifts fully, not away from the mural, but deeper into it. “…memory.” she echoes softly. Her gaze returns to the roots, slower this time. More deliberate. Not just watching now, but considering. “The roots remember…” She murmurs, almost to herself. Her fingers hover a little closer to the wall, still not touching. “And the rest is… drawn from that.” A faint breath leaves her, somewhere between wonder and recognition. Her tail gives a slow, thoughtful sway. The idea settles into her rather than passing through. “Growth built on what came before. Even in something shaped by magic.” Her dimple returns, small but certain. “I like that.”
Another series of soft chitters come from Aspentowards the critters. It was gentler this time, almost conversational. "Do you remember the student whose memory you were shaped from?" Her gaze lingers on the movement of root and branch, attentive. Curious. She waits. Only for a breath or two, but long enough to feel like she’s listening.
But then at the mention of the gardens, she nods her head firmly. "Yea. We should find the gardens while we still have time. Let's go." She continues to move towards the hallway that leads deeper into the library, pausing only to make sure Aspenis with her.
Only then does she shift, turning slightly back toward Arinchu as the half-orc urges them onward. The pull of the gardens, and time, returns. Aspennods once, light and eager. “Yes! Before we run out of it.” She casts one last glance toward the mural, committing it to memory in the quiet way she does. “Maybe it will look different when we come back?” Then she trots up beside Arinchu. “Lead the way.” She says with a sway, a hint of playful trust in it.
(Speak with Animals Essentially Aspen habitually/instinctively tried speaking to the squirrel/bird as if they were real ones. Wondering if communication could work the same. Even if not, she'd have been curious to try, and to learn one way or the other. I indicated speaking with animals throughitalic and strike out coloured text. If it's possible she could have ritual casted it as if standing there for 10 minutes, great! Of course no worries if not, I can use up a spell slot if need be.)
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Aspen lingers just a heartbeat longer as the painted squirrel darts along the roots. Her ears perk and twitch, tracking the movement. A soft, instinctive chitter escapes her. "
Hello." It was quiet and quick, the kind of sound made without thinking when something small and lively catches the eye. Her head tilts slightly, watching. Waiting, just for a moment… as if half-expecting a response. Her tail gives a small, hopeful flick behind her.At the sound of the professor greeting Shin, one ear tilts that way, catching the exchange. That's when Aspen’s attention shifts fully, not away from the mural, but deeper into it. “…memory.” she echoes softly. Her gaze returns to the roots, slower this time. More deliberate. Not just watching now, but considering. “The roots remember…” She murmurs, almost to herself. Her fingers hover a little closer to the wall, still not touching. “And the rest is… drawn from that.” A faint breath leaves her, somewhere between wonder and recognition. Her tail gives a slow, thoughtful sway. The idea settles into her rather than passing through. “Growth built on what came before. Even in something shaped by magic.” Her dimple returns, small but certain. “I like that.”
Another series of soft chitters come from Aspen towards the critters. It was gentler this time, almost conversational. "
Do you remember the student whose memory you were shaped from?" Her gaze lingers on the movement of root and branch, attentive. Curious. She waits. Only for a breath or two, but long enough to feel like she’s listening.Only then does she shift, turning slightly back toward Arinchu as the half-orc urges them onward. The pull of the gardens, and time, returns. Aspen nods once, light and eager. “Yes! Before we run out of it.” She casts one last glance toward the mural, committing it to memory in the quiet way she does. “Maybe it will look different when we come back?” Then she trots up beside Arinchu. “Lead the way.” She says with a sway, a hint of playful trust in it.
(Speak with Animals Essentially Aspen habitually/instinctively tried speaking to the squirrel/bird as if they were real ones. Wondering if communication could work the same. Even if not, she'd have been curious to try, and to learn one way or the other. I indicated speaking with animals through
italic and strike out coloured text. If it's possible she could have ritual casted it as if standing there for 10 minutes, great! Of course no worries if not, I can use up a spell slot if need be.)just an unstable unicorn.