Chuckling, you grab Stebios by the hand and run off, dragging him behind you.
"I've actually forgotten myself. Let's go exploring!" He stumbles for a few seconds before finding his feet, running along beside you, unable to free his hand from your grip. With a twinkle in your eye, you look over your shoulder,
"Oh, and you can call me Myra."The two of you wander about like this for some time, you interjecting every time he starts to ask a question or protest. This is really quite fun; it isn't every day you get to play with new initiates, especially ones who are so delightfully uncertain. Eventually you stop to catch your breath, leaning against a stone plinth topped by a bust of some balding man, laughing as Stebios pants beside you.
"I-if you didn't know, you could have just said so," he protests between breaths. Pointing over his shoulder
(it isn't difficult), you laugh again. He pouts slightly,
"Wha- stop laughing at me!" You take his head and turn it around to face the ornate chamber just through the arch across the hall, then stride past, patting him on the head.
"Found it.~"As you enter, everything feels eerily familiar. The far half of the room is open, overlooking the mountain and much of the complex. Cushions are arranged on the floor around a series of low, well-supplied tables. Rolls of parchment sit alongside sheets of the newer papir, made from the papirys plant. Bowls of sand hold unlit incense and piles of mind's eye leaves. Inkwells and smoothed stones hold down the corners of various half-completed illustrations and texts, quills intermingling with fountain pens and the intriguingly complex pens with the internal inkwells. You can't help but feel grateful towards the Diver who retrieved the memories of
that wonderful creation.
Strange. This is all so close to you, and yet it is incomprehensible. Puzzled, you ignore Stebios' thanks, not consciously noticing the shadows coalescing beneath the tables, in the domed ceiling, even as they begin to reach out for you, pleading, pulling.
Health:
Dreaming
Equipped:
Pale yellow robes
Inventory:
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?Stebios?
Basin (2)
?? (??)
[] This isn't real. I need to wake up.
[] Shadows? The shadows are moving! Have at ye!
[] Try to remember.
Why is this familiar?
[] Flee, from remembrance or from scary things in the darkness.
[] Embrace the shadows.
[] Write-in.