Whitefoxfire

“Come on over, the fun continues over here…” the energetic haedian called from over the celebratory crowd that had gathered among Woe and Denver. Eventually, they were able to make it over to this new area that Ornaax called them to and were met with a fascinating display of corals, shells and other under water oddities that were unlike any they had seen before. Ornaax grinned at their bright eyes over this new project, and he began to explain the tradition that inspired such a creative task. The art of making clothes was not something Woe was profound at- in fact, he felt more out of place here than anywhere else he had visited so far. His blank stare caught Ornaax’s attention, and with a hearty laugh, he shook his head “Don’t worry about messing up, it’s the fun of it that’s important!” he stepped behind the two vayrons and nudged them towards the moss-covered table.   With the invitation given and unable to be denied, Woe looked to Denver for a bit of leadership in this activity

Woe followed along until his paws met oddly shallow water, low enough for them to walk on instead of swim. With the adjustment of height, he took the time to shake himself free of the now heavy water from his fur. Though, Ornaax seemed to chuckle before flicking his tail and drawing out the water magically “Sorry! Most of us don’t have thick pelts down here…” he mused lightly as he led them to a room carved out of polished stone. It was beautifully simple, the visual texture of the smooth rock looking like pearl or marble, decorated with semi-aquatic life that didn’t mind being out of the water for short periods of time.   “I thought you might want to participate in one of our painting events” Ornaax said, motioning towards a wide assortment of paints for them to try. Woe marveled at the assortment, and approached them carefully. He could tell some of them would glow in the dark, though the brightness of the cavern made it difficult to tell.   “Paint what?” he asked, causing Ornaax to

The dark coated puller made his way down towards the water of these new caverns. He had so far been to several other clans, interacted with the haedians, and now found himself some solitude alongside what appeared to be a rich assortment of colorful flora. The scene reminded him of the beaches of Warrenfall, where the sea life could be seen in the shallows of clear waters. The bioluminescence of the flora here added an ethereal touch to it however, and the only thing he could think to relate them to were the glowing mushroom forest in Vitalus. His violet gaze looked over the calm water, a deep sigh leaving his chest as he took a seat next to the still pool.   Though, his solitude did not last too long, as from over his shoulder his soft canine like ears caught the sound of approaching paws. He was expecting another to join him, but he wasn’t sure if Denver was done with his task at the Watchers, so it could be anyone who approached. The light from the bioluminescent flora reflected off

The pristine walls of the library became crowded with crystals holding information the deeper they went into the library, until they finally reached a room where the ceiling seemed to have no end in sight, and was still crammed to the brim with information. Blank crystals were strewn about the floor and collected in stone buckets by a desk where a deep green haedian sat, his body strewn with brown and gold cloud-like markings. He looked up from the crystal he had been holding when the elder had entered the room, and a smile crossed his features at seeing the two new-comers.   “Greetings, I am Khaldor, leader of the Keepers… I hear you’ve had a lot of information to share, and even are adept at our kind of storing magic…” he said, motioning for them to come forward. Woe carefully treaded closer to this haedian, not untrusting, but trying not to step on any of the loose crystals, while also looking up at the vast collection of knowledge here. Completely awestruck, Woe was out of

Denver smiled as he presented his illustration to the older Haedian, obviously quite proud of his handiwork. He went into detail with measurements to the best of his recollection, to ore mixes used to strengthen wooden joints and use for lanterns, nails, and other things. The Haedian seemed intensely interested as well, taking turns to listen to both Denver and Woe's informative speeches. The pair then watched as he seemed to be using magic to "etch" this information into the crystal. Runes seemed to float before glowing, and then becoming permanently etched onto the surface of the crystal and below. It seemed like even his drawings were being translated directly into the crystal itself, with layers upon layers of notes and knowledge. When the Haedian seemed pleased with his work, he asked the pair to step back. With a flash, all of the information the pair had fed to him was then suspended in the air before them, hanging as if it was written on a wall.   "That's.. amazing.." Denver

Denver walked shoulder to shoulder with Woe, a large duveteux puller. The pair was on their way to the Keepers, after leaving such a wildly colored and glowing cavern that was the Depthstriders, Denver was eager to know what came next. He still had some remnants of paint left on the lighter areas of his coat, but he hoped it would be hard to tell now that they were back to a lower light area. Ahead of them was their Haedian guide, who was making sure they kept pace and that they wouldn't be late for their introduction; so small talk was kept to a minimum.   Once the pair opened up into the large cavern, it was hard for Denver to keep his mouth closed. The area was surrounded by large, intricate stone buildings adorned with a variety of glowing crystals. The architecture was entirely unique however, Denver had never seen anything like this before. It kept his eyes occupied until their guide dropped them off with a bow at the stairs of the largest building that Denver had seen yet on his