[center][color=lightgreen]”A good start. But the place needs more. Fear not. I’ll spread the Green.”[/color][/center] [hr] Mirithal just saw the Red Stephanie gave off at her words and it caused it to shrink back, its tiny fists balling as she laid them against her stomach. [color=lightgreen]”Hateful Crimson, and Seething Rouge. This one doesn’t know these words. But feels red.”[/color] She has to take a step back and shakes her head. [color=lightgreen]”No. This one is good. Needs to be green.”[/color] Stephanie’s talk seeming upset the fairy. But it went away when Steph spoke again about the elements, something Mirithal does know. She approached on the ground, her fists ungripping. [color=lightgreen]”Rising and falling with the tide. Burning bright and sputtering out. I know the whims of the five that . Everything is colors. Even smells. Even voices. The trees see the colors of the sun, how it is held and how it is released. This one feels them, and sometimes can’t help but share them. A reflection. Would like to know the blues of waters, the yellows of air, the reds of fire. It helps grow us all. In return, I can offer the greens of wood. Will be what the children call, fun.”[/color] She tried to smile, but her fairy form didn’t have a mouth. Instead her petals just got a little pinker. Before any more exchanges could be done, R called them to the tour. This caused the little fairy to scamper back to her husk, her form climbing its height before she disappeared behind the man sized mask. A moment or two later, the glory that was Mirithal began to move again. Its body unfurling and shaking off the dust and bits of dead twig that grew while it was statuesque. It moved slower, more methodically, following at the rear of the group on all fours. First was the mess hall. A lot of soft barks here. Mirithal found it difficult to navigate the tables without pushing against them, nearly knocking over some benches while moving about the great hall. Its bulk caushing a bench to crash and echo through the room. The giant creature scrambled to move a dozen finger like branches to put it back. It had to shift its form uncomfortably to thin its balk, seemingly to walk on a tight rope. No doubt, it caused a scene to the occupants. The next was the library and Mirithal stepped away from the group to check the tomes and tomes of dried wood with paint on them. It poked at a book, trying to revive the dead wood, but death and the enchantments prevented it. [color=lightgreen]”Wwwwwoooood… Wwwwhhiiiieee? Mmmmanyee… Threeeeeeessss…”[/color] It struggled to say. If anything Mirithal looked a little less vibrant. It gave off the impression that it doesn’t understand what books were and why they were made out of paper. It had no use for recording information, so it couldn’t quite grasp it. Finally was another hallway. The Hall of Worlds got the Mirithal into a bit more excitement. It tried to peer into each room, almost pushing its smaller companions out of the way to get a better look. It dropped nuts, seeds, fruit, and petals in its excitement but a stern look would send it back into line. Some of the rooms needed more trees though. Then a place of learning. [color=orange]”- I wish for the wisdom to und-“[/color] a voice echoed in its head. It looked on this place as something it would frequent. Magic was needed. Knowledge and learning. It remembered its goal and here among other places would be the first step. The labs received less enthusiasm but intense concentration as Mirithal found a ‘thing’ on the wall and just stared at it the entire time in the lab. It was trying to figure it out, and failed. Finally, it was the room, their room. Its room. R suggest they touch the door and the room will personalize. This was of course, over the head of the monster but regardless it did as requested. Finally it was a place it could explore on its own. [hr] [center][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/tQSoG7LO9Evv2iMSzoMI3fFEkt9iAsBElKvODdsgX3U/https/i.pinimg.com/564x/75/2e/f9/752ef907ef468eea9946dd76e89fac3f.jpg?width=335&height=427[/img][/center] It was the moment the giant door behind it closed that the Mirithal stopped. Something was wrong here. It slowed, its head wiggling back and forth as it looked at the trees, at the green grass. It heard the sound of life, the scramble of rabbits, cooing of doves, the buzzing of bees and dragon flies. It approached, it reached, they reacted, retreating from the new creature. Mirithal recoiled as if it touched fire. Something was wrong. No color. Nothing. The animals were supposed to be green with flashes of other colors, but instead these things gave nothing. Senseless and pointless things meant to feel like it was populated with life, but that was all it was, feeling. Mirithal looked upon the phantoms with disgust, a rare color even for it. It lashed out with thorns and vines, spearing the ghosts, impaling them, hoping to make them disappear. It was no good, it was as if the room felt Mirithals desires of a living forest. They just came back a few moments later. It moved on trying to ignore them The trees, the grass, the reeds and brush. This was more to its liking. The way it delicately grew out of the pool of water and wrapped its way around the archways of an ancient hollow tower. It was a forced green, the trees and plants here did not talk. They didn’t know how. Infants forced to grow to the room’s whims. Mirithal did not mind them. It would care for them. The tree in the center was most unusual. It shined and shimmered and was white as bone. Mirithal approached, its form pacing about its trunk to take in its features. This was something to catch the eye, the magic of Green… and brown? Earth Magic? It was all centered here into this tree. It cried a babes first tearful call into the world and the Mirithal went to it, wrapping its form around the trunk. It would protect it. [color=blue]”Hush little one, please don’t cry.”[/color] [color=yellow]”-Pray for a new home. A new beginning.”[/color] The voices were calm here as well. The cold water. Mirithal stood in it. Cool and fresh. It was water, maybe the powers of the Sanctuary could redirect pipes and flush water into majority of the room. It was nice for Mirithal to get a drink, its fingers and toes coiling into the water, the dirt underneath. The soil felt hollow, tasteless. Akin to hard tack and flour biscuits. Mirithal’s Green Magic saturated into every act and every touch but even it had its limits. It supped at the floor but was disappointed. The ground would need tilling and seeding if it was to get anything resembling a decent meal. It looked up, feeling the warmth of yellow upon its back. Atleast it found the sun. Atleast it shined here in the cold halls of stone. It felt the shine on its face and it exhaled, the twisting of branches in the wind, from its back unfurled bed sized leaves of green, making all of it the likeness of a green flower. It felt calm again. It still needed the nourishment of its roots. It would need to root, or scavenge, or hunt. What did Master R say, something to eat? Surely some rotting thing, or vegetables from another garden. It needed to feed itself, and seed the room. The Green will expand into the sanctuary from here. The stone needed life in its halls. But it couldn’t leave the white tree or the children of the room. It’d have to step out, a little lesser. It had time now, minutes for its body to mold itself. From its exposed chest, it opened like a bursting rib cage and something stepped forth. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/08/7a/b2/087ab27947b1dd5d463f2f4b21652c05.jpg]It stood like a man[/url], six feet, but had the features of the beasts, but was inevitably made of bark. It wore leaves as a toga and balanced on its rooting feet with a thick stubby tail. It would have to do. Mirithal emerged in the hallway and immediately took a left. He tried to head back towards the Mess Hall but ended up taking the wrong direction going towards places unknown. It would however, attempt to go up, see the other places of that the sun touches.