Getting the figure was somewhat difficult, as it was water lodged and stuck between the rocks, but soon you managed to pull it out. It looked vaguely humanoid, but with very long arms and short legs. It had some sort of hair made of the straw-like bristles, which felt oddly soft to the touch, like a brush. Aside from the hair there wasn’t much details to the small figurine aside from a lump where it’s face may be. But as you examine the figure there’s a faint white glow as you hear a voice speak to you.

[i][center]Once a day, I may be tried
To speak a truth, without a lie
Things that are, or were, or yet to be
Are known, unhidden from me.[/center][/i]

The glow stops. As it does Pylia comes over. “I found a few moon blossoms. Not as much as I’d like, but enough to work with. What do you have there? Some sort of doll?”