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What? Tune?

Sheridan stopped in his steps, turning toward the voice that had spoken. He raised a brow, his head turned curiously as he gazed at the horsewoman. His tail twitched, wondering what she had meant and to what tune she was referring. For a moment he wondered if the 'music' had been in her head and if she had truly been speaking to him, or if he'd only heard her because he happened to be walking past at the exact moment she spoke.

As she spoke further, he realized it must have been him to whom she'd had spoken. He had been about to ask about the mysterious music when it seemed the question had been answered for him. She meant the sounds made by these items? He supposed that made sense, while to him it didn't sound much like music, he understood that music could be found in anything if one knew where to listen for it...or something like that, at least that's what the elders had told him when they swore they could hear the music of the universe itself. (Though even now he wasn't entirely convinced they--and the horsewoman in front of him--weren't all bonkers.)

So, he was meant to make an 'instrument', and 'instrument' out of these items? Still rather uncertain about this, he looked through the box, examining the selection of skulls and items (he really did not want to know why there were so many skulls in one box). After a fair amount of deliberation he chose one of the skulls, a smallish one that looked as if it may have belonged to some sort of desert fox.

Among the other items, he chose a varying selection of sand, bone chips, and small glassy stones. The plaster of paris was a bit more difficult, but he still managed to complete the task, and whether by skill or by luck, he seemed to have pleased Ishsha.

(( points: 3 ))

He wasn't paying much attention to the horsewoman at this point, instead focusing on his own project.

Concentrating on his work, he applied the plaster to the skull, sealing over each socket individually. His detail was almost painstaking, bordering on OCD as he smoothed the plaster over the edges of the skull, doing his best to make the meetings between plaster and bone seamless. It may have taken him longer than it should have, well, next time don't give the perfectionist the messy job!

But his hard work paid off, and in his hands he now held a beautifully crafted skull shaker. Hmm, maybe he should have decorated it too. On second thought, no, he had the feeling he was already getting impatient looks as it was.



(( points: 5 ))

Day Four


Environmental Studies

You're sure you've followed the directions you were given, but upon reaching the spot where the training field you're looking for is supposed to be, you see and feel nothing but blinding sunlight and intense heat.

Just as you're about to turn around and head back to the sickly-looking creature who directed you to this barren spot in the first place, a section of the desert seems to shift as a pale young clan member pushes a sandy tarp out of his way. He stands up straight in front of you, his skeletal hands brushing at the front of his robes.

"Welcome!" he says, managing to squeeze more reckless enthusiasm from that one word than most members of the clan of Famine probably have in all their years of speaking. He leads you down into the hole the tarp was covering. The space inside is clean and cool. "You may call me Ktur, fledgling. Today we'll be working with some of... well... these things!" He gestures at six boxes, identical in size, but with wildly different contents. Each resembles a human child's diorama, only slightly larger and with considerably more movement inside. Oh, and they're also entirely made of glass. And almost all closed up. Maybe they don't look much like dioramas at all.

Ktur pushes one toward you. "Here, this one seems to suit."



"Now," the horseman continues, "I've been doing a lot of research on these, and boy, do I mean a lot. What we're trying to have happen here is a whole... growing... situation, but some of these places just don't seem to like plants and animals very much, or at least the kinds anyone can live on." He looks at you with a measure of ominous sincerity, the bangles in his hair tinkling merrily in opposition to his demeanor. "Go forth! Experiment! Shine lights on it, throw some FEAR in there, shake it, whatever you think will get things to grow." One of his wings juts out at random, almost knocking a nearby potion off of the table.

[[HP: 30/30, Rainforest ]]

Angenora seems to be sleeping on the job. Waking up to see that nothing had happened.

[[hp:28/30, rainforest]]

Seems that too much water is even bad for rainforests!

[[hp 25/30, rainforest]]

Even though the gnomes had created a tiny bonfire. Nothing seemed to happen.

[[hp 25/30, rainforest]]

Genora seemes to have fallen asleep again, but nothing happened.

[[hp 18/30, rainforest]]

Too much water was used from trying to put the fire out.