The boy stopped and craned his head to the side in utter curiosity now, all reason and logic clearly proven wrong when he compared the state of her leg with the words she'd said. Ice shouldn't ever do that to a person honestly, but if that was normal for the visitor before him; then who was he to argue as to whether or not that was how the leg should be. Yet after a momentary pause of consideration it seemed as though Sybil was willing to play, and the response in itself warranted the young boy to smile at her. "Really? I should warn you, I'm pretty good at this game." He stated with arms tucked behind his back shyly.
Then came her remark about things being strange, in which the child warranted a look of uncertainty about her. "Strange?" It became evident that he hadn't the slightest clue as to what she meant, to him this place seemed to be a safe haven in comparison to the outside world. When she asked what the game was though, he smiled just a little and took a few steps away from her. "Hide and seek." He answered with the continuation of slowly creeping away. "I'm going to hide, and you have to find me." Obviously the rules needn't explanation to Sybil, but the boy didn't even hint at the need to count.
For the moment Sybil blinked as he back further away, the boy suddenly vanished from her sight as if he wasn't there. More children laughed distantly in the woods, and for a moment the visitor found herself alone within the meadow. Looking at the surrounding area there wasn't a single spot to hide in, the grass seemed far too low to even lay in and hide successfully. No. The boy had to have left the meadow somehow but without any paths...
Just as the realization of there being nowhere to go really, three distinct clearings appeared beyond the border of trees. Sybil might've stood alone at the center of this place, but now she had three new paths she could investigate here. Surely one of them had to lead to wherever the boy was hiding! He could either head straight towards the path he faced already, or take a turn either to the left or right for one of the others. What he'd come across along the way, much less discover after taking them, waited to be discovered by Sybil and Sybil alone at this point.
Patrick first wandered back towards the assortment of collectibles to investigate there, hopeful that he'd find some sort of tool to help ignite the brazier at the center. Obviously the things like the crystal chalice, the pendants, the cracked ring with glowing text; out of all the collectibles that resided there nothing seemed particularly useful to the cause. The Rharnian swallowed hard with a sigh of frustration, with the word "fuck" uttered as he moved away towards the bookshelves next. Not that he'd find anything there in terms of a fire starter, but perhaps there'd be a useful tome about this place?
He walked steadily down the first ailse he chose to explore with eyes scouring over the spines, his fingertips trailing along them as he read the names aloud in his mind. Or tried to at least... some of the tomes seemed to possess no such name on their spine, while the others had unusual markings instead of actual names. "How the fuck am I supposed to actually know what any of this is?!" He remarked with a look over his shoulder to the shelves behind him, aggravated to discover the same sort of predicament existed with those as well.
"Probably because they're not actual books like you think!" That voice! Patrick perked up and looked towards the weird gyroscope mechanism at the center of the ceiling, relieved to find that the little creature had found her way back to him.The bright little pixie soared towards him, with an orbit around his body before she finally just fluttered before his face. "We're somewhere within the scape of your mind and the dream realm Patrick! Things here are a lot more different than in reality."
"Yeah, no kidding..." He remarked as he looked from her towards the room in general. "Something tells me we're supposed to light that brazier in the center. Any idea how?"
"Uuuum." The uncertainty in her tone led him to consider that a likely no. "Think of it like this, you're not entirely limited to the standards of reality here. Much like when you dream the state of that dream is constant, ever changing in it's own unusual ways."
"Right..." Patrick couldn't help but hold a minor acerbic tone, as if everything she'd just said made complete sense to him.
"How do I water it down to where you can understand better?... Hmm....." The fairy seemed to bounce in the air for a bit as she seemed occupied. "Let's just say, let your imagination do the work?"
"Yeah, okay." Pat rolled his eyes and looked away, "Clearly I don't understand what or how any of this works, it's not like I can look over at the brazier and imagine a damn kit's there already!" But sure enough... the moment he laid eyes on it there it was, a little tin box that rested on the side of the object. His eyes narrowed and then widened with utter disbelief, all while Ri hovered up and down with joy at his accomplishment.
"Ta-da!" Her tone held another volume of sarcasm.
"Pff, shut up." He remarked with a wry grin as he walked towards the brazier, the tin box taken in one hand and popped open with another.
Then came her remark about things being strange, in which the child warranted a look of uncertainty about her. "Strange?" It became evident that he hadn't the slightest clue as to what she meant, to him this place seemed to be a safe haven in comparison to the outside world. When she asked what the game was though, he smiled just a little and took a few steps away from her. "Hide and seek." He answered with the continuation of slowly creeping away. "I'm going to hide, and you have to find me." Obviously the rules needn't explanation to Sybil, but the boy didn't even hint at the need to count.
For the moment Sybil blinked as he back further away, the boy suddenly vanished from her sight as if he wasn't there. More children laughed distantly in the woods, and for a moment the visitor found herself alone within the meadow. Looking at the surrounding area there wasn't a single spot to hide in, the grass seemed far too low to even lay in and hide successfully. No. The boy had to have left the meadow somehow but without any paths...
Just as the realization of there being nowhere to go really, three distinct clearings appeared beyond the border of trees. Sybil might've stood alone at the center of this place, but now she had three new paths she could investigate here. Surely one of them had to lead to wherever the boy was hiding! He could either head straight towards the path he faced already, or take a turn either to the left or right for one of the others. What he'd come across along the way, much less discover after taking them, waited to be discovered by Sybil and Sybil alone at this point.
Patrick first wandered back towards the assortment of collectibles to investigate there, hopeful that he'd find some sort of tool to help ignite the brazier at the center. Obviously the things like the crystal chalice, the pendants, the cracked ring with glowing text; out of all the collectibles that resided there nothing seemed particularly useful to the cause. The Rharnian swallowed hard with a sigh of frustration, with the word "fuck" uttered as he moved away towards the bookshelves next. Not that he'd find anything there in terms of a fire starter, but perhaps there'd be a useful tome about this place?
He walked steadily down the first ailse he chose to explore with eyes scouring over the spines, his fingertips trailing along them as he read the names aloud in his mind. Or tried to at least... some of the tomes seemed to possess no such name on their spine, while the others had unusual markings instead of actual names. "How the fuck am I supposed to actually know what any of this is?!" He remarked with a look over his shoulder to the shelves behind him, aggravated to discover the same sort of predicament existed with those as well.
"Probably because they're not actual books like you think!" That voice! Patrick perked up and looked towards the weird gyroscope mechanism at the center of the ceiling, relieved to find that the little creature had found her way back to him.The bright little pixie soared towards him, with an orbit around his body before she finally just fluttered before his face. "We're somewhere within the scape of your mind and the dream realm Patrick! Things here are a lot more different than in reality."
"Yeah, no kidding..." He remarked as he looked from her towards the room in general. "Something tells me we're supposed to light that brazier in the center. Any idea how?"
"Uuuum." The uncertainty in her tone led him to consider that a likely no. "Think of it like this, you're not entirely limited to the standards of reality here. Much like when you dream the state of that dream is constant, ever changing in it's own unusual ways."
"Right..." Patrick couldn't help but hold a minor acerbic tone, as if everything she'd just said made complete sense to him.
"How do I water it down to where you can understand better?... Hmm....." The fairy seemed to bounce in the air for a bit as she seemed occupied. "Let's just say, let your imagination do the work?"
"Yeah, okay." Pat rolled his eyes and looked away, "Clearly I don't understand what or how any of this works, it's not like I can look over at the brazier and imagine a damn kit's there already!" But sure enough... the moment he laid eyes on it there it was, a little tin box that rested on the side of the object. His eyes narrowed and then widened with utter disbelief, all while Ri hovered up and down with joy at his accomplishment.
"Ta-da!" Her tone held another volume of sarcasm.
"Pff, shut up." He remarked with a wry grin as he walked towards the brazier, the tin box taken in one hand and popped open with another.
"Pat", "Ri", "Dom", "NPC"