[WP-001] How Quaint
Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2022 2:33 pm
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She would call it the strangest dream she had in some time.
How Quaint usually dreamed in vivid senses, but sight was rarely her strongest trait. For one tasked to see, it could be frustrating.
But this dream, she noticed upon finding herself away from her home nest, was clear. She could see it all better than she could if she stood there awake.
A monolith stood there in front of her, with other kin speaking and moving about. Searching for answers. She followed their movements and listened to their thoughts as they spoke them aloud.
A kin walked right through her, like she was nothing more than....well, nothing. Curious, she tried to kick a stray stone, with no success.
She had no presence here, and so did not mind being an observer to what was to unfold.
The kin were colorful, and varied. Many sleek kimeti and their pleasing markings. Some other kin as well, with their coats dulled without a glow to them.
And a zikwa. She would follow that kin, one of her kind, the one who should be able to lead the others. But he spent so much time hanging back, and not immediately solving whatever puzzle there seemed to be...unfortunate.
He also had a number of eyes on his face. Interesting. Was the Motherfather trying to send some sort of sign? She could only guess.
As she trailed the zikwa, she touched the stone he touched, though she could not press her will upon it. And then she watched with him as the other kin took charge on figuring out how to make the Obelisk glow. Their logical conclusions made sense, and she in turn wanted to touch each stone that connected with the sequence they spoke of.
Once all the kin stepped on a stone the way they thought would work, well.
Bright light. That was all she could say about it.
More blinding than the first time she left the caverns.
With such a rush, she thought she would wake up from this strange dream and see dawn approaching.
But, as she blinked the spots out of her eyes, the scene remained the same as before. Or at least mostly.
More lights danced in the sky, overhead this time, then disappeared.
None of the kin present seemed to know what to make of these lights, or the stones. They soon left.
How Quaint looked at the stones, then the Obelisk.
She wasn't sure that she could make any more out than anyone else. But they were brought here, and they did something. And now...? The Motherfather's will stayed a mystery to her. But there had to be a reason why she got to see this, and see it rather well, all things considered.
She would call it the strangest dream she had in some time.
How Quaint usually dreamed in vivid senses, but sight was rarely her strongest trait. For one tasked to see, it could be frustrating.
But this dream, she noticed upon finding herself away from her home nest, was clear. She could see it all better than she could if she stood there awake.
A monolith stood there in front of her, with other kin speaking and moving about. Searching for answers. She followed their movements and listened to their thoughts as they spoke them aloud.
A kin walked right through her, like she was nothing more than....well, nothing. Curious, she tried to kick a stray stone, with no success.
She had no presence here, and so did not mind being an observer to what was to unfold.
The kin were colorful, and varied. Many sleek kimeti and their pleasing markings. Some other kin as well, with their coats dulled without a glow to them.
And a zikwa. She would follow that kin, one of her kind, the one who should be able to lead the others. But he spent so much time hanging back, and not immediately solving whatever puzzle there seemed to be...unfortunate.
He also had a number of eyes on his face. Interesting. Was the Motherfather trying to send some sort of sign? She could only guess.
As she trailed the zikwa, she touched the stone he touched, though she could not press her will upon it. And then she watched with him as the other kin took charge on figuring out how to make the Obelisk glow. Their logical conclusions made sense, and she in turn wanted to touch each stone that connected with the sequence they spoke of.
Once all the kin stepped on a stone the way they thought would work, well.
Bright light. That was all she could say about it.
More blinding than the first time she left the caverns.
With such a rush, she thought she would wake up from this strange dream and see dawn approaching.
But, as she blinked the spots out of her eyes, the scene remained the same as before. Or at least mostly.
More lights danced in the sky, overhead this time, then disappeared.
None of the kin present seemed to know what to make of these lights, or the stones. They soon left.
How Quaint looked at the stones, then the Obelisk.
She wasn't sure that she could make any more out than anyone else. But they were brought here, and they did something. And now...? The Motherfather's will stayed a mystery to her. But there had to be a reason why she got to see this, and see it rather well, all things considered.