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A curl of slender fingers to beckon her deeper in “Iolanthe is out, likely collecting resources for her ever growing oasis. I’ve never quite understood the magic that makes it — if it flourishes because she lives here, and every part of her is ‘this’ — or..” trailed off, words that fell with careful steps.

Avoided what grew along the walls and between well tracked hoovemarks in the worn stone. Rare groves that showed time did pass - in some context - even if it failed to age it’s occupants; those youma that called it home. The terrain did seem to experience some ware and tear.

“I’m looking for something she would’ve left me. As I said, my singular subordinate has a need of — it should look like a long thin bone. Something old.” old, older, ancient, caked in rift…

And prehnite searched, checked cracks and crevasses. Occasionally got caught looking up into the spectral glimmers of vines and bioluminescent bits of glass that grew down from above and around.

Sometimes, once in a great while, Prehnite found himself wishing for youma attributes, or a senshis ability to pull a soul and glow like nothing else. Maybe if they hadn’t been in the rift? As it was, he was grateful for whatever bioluminescence Iolanthes careful tending of the place granted. Her eager gentle Magic’s that grew phenomenon in the form of not quite life and stone —

At some point toward the back of the cavern he found it, nearly cursed himself for tripping over it - feared he could’ve cracked the thing wide open, but it seemed sturdier than that. Long and slender, gray with time instead of being bleached white, as there was no proper sun in the Rift.

“Here it is — you’d think she’d have left it more, accessible.” Mattered little as he tucked it safety away into sub space. “Should you come across one on the surface.. however rare, the rumor to them is that they heal all sorts of injuries and malignancies, though it’s only speculation.” There were documents, surely, but he’d never seen one used himself.

“Come along now, the faster we get gone the less time the denizens down here have to regroup…and you should take a fruit?” Stout bush outside that note them, red glass, black peels, golden seeds. A myriad of hued, crystalline things. “It may come of use… a bludgeon, a decoration. One never knows, they’re not edible as such, but..” and he was beyond proud to see them growing strong under iolanthes care. Thing he’d tugged from the surface and planted there..

"yes we can get out of here before they reconvene and hem us in..It wouldn't do well to get ambushed on the outside of a..well.." He wasn't sure if Iolanthes cave ended deadstop to the back, he'd never ventured too far into her personal space, and he didn't intend to overstay his welcome a second longer.

Eagerly leading Vela back up and out without further incident, pleased enough to have gotten his hands on his prize; surely Hatsya would be grateful, if he ever got around to getting it to her.