Road to the Heavens

I walked with Chonk for a while, talking, learning. Its all too much to go into here, and I have to remind myself that the Fae...or the 'Good Folk' have a very orange way of viewing things, so what I hear may or may not be true...from a certain point of view.

Fun fact: Wards hold magic. Okay I get that much, but apparently the more precious the materials of it, the more pure and pristine and detailed it is, the more magic it can hold. I don't quite get it all, but it has something do to with the ward representing something about the spell.

Nifty, so all that item creation back in Star Ocean 2 was fairly spot on. Good to know.

Also explains why back after my revival, that I saw someone handing out those little beadsprite things, that looked like Norse runes.  Can't imagine that'd have a lot of magic in it, but hey, something better than nothing.

We walked.

I was used to that.

I got hungry.

That was a little less familiar nowadays.

We were walking because I couldn't "find my way home" according to Chonk. See, I used to be able to use this old 'Path of Black Leaves' to go from place to place.  I know it sounds stupid and made up, but in essence, it is effectively a different dimension that is something of a shortcut. You think of where you want to go, you exhale and invest yourself into it happening, and you just move there.

I learned that when I was possessed by a twisted tree spirit that had me out killing friendlies!

Ugh.

But today, its not so much the case.  Chonk commented on me being one handed, and tsked at me.  He was elusive, and aloof. A cat but moreso.  Made me think that maybe since I'm different, that what I do has to be different.

He's insufferable about being mysterious, too. However, I think overall, he's more help than harm.

We travel the meadows of a dry rolling land, away from where I've been. Even the Tower leaves my sight. There's fruits and plants, that seem familiar but not quite. Imagine going to Africa and eating tuber plants that remind you of carrots or rhubarb.

Out here. Way out here, its nicer. No monsters. No gaseous clouds or strange lightning. Its...

Unspoiled.

I spend the nights curled up, with the fat faeline next to me.  His purr is soothing, and he's warm. I drift off to sleep again.

I'm not content yet, but I'm starting to feel like me for once.

My soul finally starts to heal a fraction.