James
``` Crystals, Caves, and Brambles ```
Christopher
**``Session 1``**
Shwook had flown a fair distance, but not so far as to no longer see the strange settlement of bald-skinned creatures. She settled for a hidden spring near a cave, the plants grew plentiful and the fish schooled here in droves. It would treat her well for quite a while.

She peeked her head into the cave, it was dark in here and very hard to see. She could definitely use a light.

Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Maybe she could use the crystal in her face as a lantern?

...How did she use this thing again? It's glowed before... But how could she get it to light up?

The crystal suddenly flickered when she thought of that. Maybe she could just concentrate on it? So She concentrated... And the crystal flickered a few times, but didn't quite come to life.

She clacked her beak as she mulled over a solution... And she noticed that the crystal also flickered when she click-clacked. **``[Magic Pulse Basic: +1]``**

Alright, she might've figured something out.

So she click-clacked a few times, testing the crystal's reaction when she did; It seemed to be more responsive to the flow of thought rather than the action itself, and the actions seemed to merely help direct it.

**``Session 2``**
She made a few motions with her head; bobbing, shaking, swooshing – all things that indeed got the crystal to respond. Alright, time to put more focus into it.

She clacked her beak once, twice... Thrice... Then she let out a low but hearty rumble.

***FLASH***

**``[Magic Flash: +1]``**

Oh goodness that one nearly blinded her remaining eye!

She she blinked away the colorful dots that briefly plagued her vision and she adjusted to the sudden brightness... And she realized that she could actually see the inside of the cave now. The crystal was working now, and the blue light illuminated the cavern. It wasn't very roomy in here... Maybe big enough for a single large animal, or small pack of smaller animals. Still, it was just big enough for her to get out of any bad weather if she needed to, so it would suit her just fine.

She began the process of sweeping away any dirt and debris that littered the floor of the cave. There was a fine layer of dust, and a few old bones left over from the cave's previous meat-eating tenants... Maybe some plants that needed to be yanked and discarded as well. All things that were easily blown out of the cave with one swish of her massive wing. **``[Aero: +1]``**

``` Correlation vs Causation ```
**``Session 1``**
This whale bone was way more useful than she thought it would be. It could turn up soil, helper chase catfish from their dens, and even help her tear up those nasty brambles growing around the strange structure.

She set the massive bone against the mouth of her cave-home, before taking a step back to observe her handiwork.

To anyone else; it was an old gummiship – a wreck that seemed older than it had any right to be. Where did it come from? Well... Regardless, it didn't matter now. Shwook didn't know what it was anyways, and she concluded that she would have to reach out to the humans for help. But not quite yet, as the nearby town was dealing with its own problems.

For now, she would continue clearing out the brambles that plagued this strange structure. She's been running into a problem where the thorns grow thicker and more deadly the further she tore her way through. She looked at her most recent gash, slicing all the way down her right forelimb. She noted that she didn't actually bleed, but she could feel life seeping from the wound as if she was.

So strange – she was used to seeing that crimson water whenever she was hurt like this. That's not the only strange aspect of her wounds, for inside the flesh she could spot little flecks of glowing blue. She concluded that is was likely an effect of whatever the Skystone had done to her. She knew she could use the Skystone's power to heal minor scratches, but she has yet to try on a gash like this.

She focused on the injury, calling upon the same power as she has done before... She redirected her flow of thought with two clicks, a chirp, and a chuff – and soon, the flecks of Skystone hummed to life, magnetising to one another as they pulled together to seal the wound. **``[Cure: +1]``**

**``Session 2``**
She was quite satisfied with her handiwork; and concluded that this Skystone wasn't entirely a curse... Though, she still blamed it for her lack of adrenaline. Being able to flee at the first sign of trouble is a huge boon – especially when you haven't eaten in a few days... Yet, she finds herself incapable of feeling anything at the first sign of trouble, or feel anything when trouble was right in front of her face. She hasn't experienced this *Before* The Skystone embedded itself in her flesh, so it must be the fault of it.

She had gained power and knowledge at the cost of her instinct, and she couldn't feel any way on that. She just wasn't capable. It was frustrating without being truly frustrating – and somehow that part was even *More* Frustrating.

As she pondered this she strode over to the pile of discarded brambles, digging her beak around for some berries to eat. Unfortunately, losing your instinct didn't mean you didn't feel sick, and she still felt the sickness of hunger without the instinct to eat before that point...

There were some red and white berries she found, but none of the black ones. Not what she preferred but trying new food wasn't always a bad idea...

``` Grocery Shopping in the Pines ```

**``Session 1``**
Shwook had come across a clearing in the forest today.

The trees had been damaged and toppled over; a sight Shwook actually recognized. It seemed one of those Crest-Shakers had come crashing through here... Styracosaurus, the humans called them - or Triceratops if they weren't too familiar. Shwook knew that in the wake of these tanks, fungus liked to grow under the dirt of their footprints, and under their waste if it was left behind.

Only footprints though, which was probably preferable. Shwook knew that the mushrooms were not native to this world, and it was likely that there were some spores that hitched a ride under the beast's scales. There were some species that could go dormant for months - an adaptation evolved due to long dry seasons in her homeworld.

These mushrooms were valued for a couple of reasons - food of course, and the alleged ability to help you see the knowable. Of course, this means they were probably toxic, but it was a toxin that was intense but not deadly. She could use these mushrooms for practice. So, she took out her whale bone and began tilling up the dirt where the footprints were present.

**``Session 2``**
Shwook had gathered a wing-full of mushrooms and brought them back to her hole. She set them on the floor of the cave and examined her precious forage - a total of 12 truffle-looking shrooms.

She would come back for them once she got a nice catfish from the pool.

Shwook once again wielded her trusty whale bone and set about her next task. She strolled from the mouth of the cave and into the setting sun, wading into the cool water and using the whale bone to feel around for catfish dens.

One catfish immediately fled into the mouth of the oasis and into the rushing stream. She wasn't going to catch that one, but it was too small anyways.

Shwook used the bone to poke around the mud some more. Her eye was focused as she watched for any signs of movement under the mud.

```Stoned Ape Theory```

**``Session 1``**
With the preparations complete Shwook looked at the fish stuffed full of Saurian shrooms... Before swallowing it whole.

Of course, being inside a fish it would take longer for the effects to take hold, but it would also make the effects last longer once it started. Shwook took herself outside to sit in front of the oasis pool.

What result was she expecting? She wasn't sure - she just didn't know what to do next. Maybe she'd get an idea if she visited the Mycelium Dream; A state of waking-sleep that the lemurs favored in times where they needed guidance, particularly when the eldest of their clans passed away.

Shwook had witnessed these ceremonies during her migration once or twice, when her flock would use their islands as stop-over during the Ocean Cross. Of course, if you were to ask a human about it, they might just comment that the lemurs were getting high off the mushrooms.

Not that most Saurians would understand... To them, the act of 'Going on a Mushroom Trip' might've seemed like some magical ritual where one would open their mind to unseen wisdom.

**``Session 2``**
What did she remember of the lemurs on those tropical islands?

She remembered they used their hands to crush plants, they would use these plants to heal wounds and flavor their foods. They would use berries of reds, blues, and yellows to create marks upon stone and wood.

They would use their hands to make tools - they would shape stone and sticks into tools to paint and craft things with.

They never turned on each other when she was a fresh flier... But one day in her youth, she had witnessed an act of genuine murder. One of the larger lemurs had taken a stone and brought it down on the head of another.

Shwook had seen violence before - violence as a means of getting food or territory for better resources, yet... Witnessing one of these previously peaceful creatures, in a world perfect and void of danger to them, was like seeing an act of sin.

A needless death as a result of pure malice.

That's when strange monsters began to creep within the shadows of these once beautiful islands. Before, she had seen them in the farthest reaches of her world - secluded to the trenches of boneyards and ruins, but every act of genuine malice seemed to tempt them further from these abyssal holes.

```Discovering Fire```

**``Session 1``**
Lack of emotions doesn't mean you can't be inspired - inspiration is just the urge to act upon an idea. The reason for it isn't always the same. Shwook's reason was the need for direction. To craft as the lemurs did was a good enough place to start.

She would first use her whale bone to shake out the nightshade berries growing within the thorny brambles, along with some bright red salmon berries. She also gathered a nice handful of blackberries.

So far she had the materials for Black, Red, and Purple paints respectively. She'd have to rediscover whatever made yellow paint. Shwook, with her forage placed into different piles on the cave floor, left to gather stones from the river.

It didn't take long for her to dig up a few flat stones the size of end-table surfaces. Now, with her new tools, she brought them back to her cave. She relied on the light of her eye-crystals to see, and if she wanted a brighter light, she just needed to will it so.

She clacked her beak together expecting the crystals to simply flare brighter...

*Clack-clack... Clack-clack...*

*Ssss-* ***Crack!***

—But what she didn't expect was a spark of flame erupting from the stones in her face; leaping forth and setting alight the pile of Nightshade Berries. **``[Fire: +1]``**

**``Session 2``**
First came the stare of surprise.

Then her stare turned something adjacent to annoyance, before she took a deep breath to blow the flame out.

She just made it bigger.

Now all of her berries were on fire. **``[Fire: +1]``**

She thwacked the roaring flames in an attempt to put them out, and soon the berries became dry clouds of dust - becoming a pseudo-incense and filling her cave with the district scent of burning floral. The giant gusts of berry-dust-smoke would billow out the mouth of her cave and waft upwards into the sky.

Had anyone been paying attention, they might have caught the peculiar sight of the smoke the singular minute it was there.

But during that singular minute; Shwook's little slice of paradise devolved into madness.

```Prehistoric Potter```

**``Session 1``**
Shwook put down a flat stone of dried nightshade and mint, along with some dried mulch before taking her whale bone and beginning to crush the pile into dust. She'd taken the flat of the bone and pressed it against the stone; using the curve to grind the plant material in a rocking motion - like some kind of primitive rolling-pin.

Once she finished with that, she set aside the dust and went outside. She gathered a handful of dry clay and filled her craw with water before returning. She piled the clay on the cave floor, and spat her maw-full of water onto it.

She concentrated on the water as she gathered the now-wet clay, using her hands and magic to help knead it into a proper ball. **``[Water: +1]``**

Now with her material readied properly she'd begin to shape the ball of clay; using her palms to squish it and her thumbs to shape it...

...Though she flinched when the coarse dirt rubbed against one of the burns on her right hand. It was something she had gotten from her previous encounter with fire. She hadn't healed it previously as she'd spent all her energy trying to put out fires. Now that she's recovered, it was time to heal some of these nasty injuries, and with a little more ease she focused on the swollen blister... And soon, it shrunk away and disappeared - good as new. **``[Cure: +1]``**

**``Session 2``**
Now no longer in pain, Shwook kneaded the clay into the shape of a bowl, before using her thumb-claws to smooth over impurities. When she got a nicely-smoothed bowl, she would use her thumb-claws to poke eight holes in its lip; lined perfectly evenly from one-other.

Satisfied with her work, she'd take the bowl outside. Then she would use her whale bone to dig a foot-deep pit in the dirt - away from anything flammable. She'd take more dried mulch and wood and surround the bowl with it.

Shwook took a deep breath, and blew fire onto the mulch - and the bonfire pit erupted with a roaring flame right away. **``[Fire: +1 | Learned!]``**

Shwook was getting the hang of this fire-thing.

However; a fire this big would eat itself out, so Shwook tossed more wood onto the pit and was careful not to smash her bowl.

Now that the flame was going she no longer needed to cast fire magic on it, now she just needed to keep it alive. Wind seemed to have mixed results, but if used correctly can keep a fire hardy and healthy.

So she took her wings, testing them a bit, before swooshing them upwards in a sweeping motion and giving her bonfire a nice breath of fresh air. **``[Aero: +1]``**

```Ice - Not Fire (But it works anyways)```

**``Session 1``**
Shwook, now becoming more aware of her capabilities, wanted to continue testing her limits. She built a target out of clay, plants, and wood. It was a silly little thing... It looked like the world's worst imitation of a scarecrow, but it would do.

She focused on the shabby dummy; trying to figure out what she wanted to accomplish with it.

She looked to the spring pool... Could she do something with water? Her attention went to the surface then, using a few motions with her whalebone to summon a rope of shimmering liquid to her. **``[Water: +1]``**

Of course, she didn't actually know what to do with it. As such, the water-rope splattered to the ground.

Bah - fooey!

Shwook pulled at the water more violently this time, first pulling forth a wave, and then the wave suddenly hardened into jagged, frozen spikes sticking upwards from the ground. **``[Blizzard: +1]``**

**``Session 2``**
Shwook blinked, surprising herself still - she really should've learned after her fiasco with the fire magic.

She flicked one of the ice-spikes with her finger... It cracked pretty easily.

She had an idea. While snowstorms on Sauria were incredibly rare, they could be seen up further north where her flock would roam during the warmer months. But sometimes a cold snap might catch them off-guard.

She carefully examined the ice-spikes... Before slashing the whole row with the whalebone, then quickly using both her wings to gust the shards - now hurling them at the scarecrow.

**``[Aero: +1]``**

The scarecrow got blown over, but not because of the ice... Not exactly the effect she was going for. But good enough.

Though... She wondered if this might work better? She would hum as she went over to the pool again, gathering a craw-full of water before turning her attention to a tree.

She gargled, trying to think of the right motion or thought... Maybe think of it like cold-fire? So she did just that; spewing forth a spray of snow and ice - and spraying the poor little tree into a block of ice. **``[Blizzard: +1]``**

It wasn't a very big tree(just a sapling), so it wasn't very impressive.
Donna
"So this is what else is in this place..." 

Rosaria would mutter to herself as she traveled through the woods in Twilight Town, taking note of the things she saw. Besides the literal angels she saw previously things looked rather... Tame, like back home. She'd let out a small sigh and put her hands in her pockets as she walked somewhat disappointed by that face. 

"Maybe this actually isn't another world and just a different region than our own... Sounds about right for the magical bastards to be going on about nonsense. But I can't place the architecture of where this might be..." 

As she walked, her attention turned to what looked like a downed ship near a cave. It didn't look *Completely* Wrecked and took a guess that the driver might be taking refuge inside of said cave. Rosaria decided it was worth the attempt to learn more about this land. With a few steps she decided to enter Shwook's cave calling out to whoever might be here. 

"Hey! Is someone here!?"
Christopher
There was a crash that echoed in the darkness of the cave... And there appeared to be some movement in the back. It was large, and dotted with chunks of something that glowed blue.

The creature managed to turn itself around enough to look at its new guest, snaking its head to reveal something bird-like. A pterosaur to those who would know; and one that looked quite abnormal - considering that blue crystals growing out of its eye socket wasn't normal for pterosaurs, presumably.

The creature's remaining eye blinked as it examined Rosaria... Before turning around completely to face her. This cave was too small for it to stand up-right, and it practically had to crawl to approach the entrance of the cave. Its head was the first to enter the sunlight and it was easy to see that the crystals were likely unnatural. They seemed to grow along its face and neck like a blight of barnacles.

The pterosaurid's head turned to face the good eye down to Rosaria... It didn't seem hostile yet.

"...Shwook is here. Who is you?" It asked, clacking its beak.
Donna
"I guess over there..." 

Rosaria would look over to where she heard the crash in the cave and made her way towards it. She stopped in place when she saw the moving glowing blue light and took a step back when she saw a literal dinosaur poke its head up out at her. The human likewise would lock eyes and examine the pterosaurid to get a better idea of what she was dealing with, ready to draw a card and fight if it came down to it. 

"....You can talk? Then I am Rosaria. I'm going to assume that ship isn't yours outside, as you can fly on your own. Who was operating that ship?"

Rosaria blinked in surprise as she said that, she never expected to be talking to a literal dinosaur but this was her life right now.
Christopher
Shwook seemed confused for a moment... Before clacking her beak "Oh, yes, previous pilot. They are in that corner, over there..." Shwook replied, pointing to a mossy skeleton set in a neat little pile off to the side. It wasn't cast aside, set rather neatly in-place.

"I found them that way in the seat. I think they are very dead."
Donna
"Er... Yes, I'd have to concur with you on the 'very dead' assessment..." 

Rosaria would say and see the mossy remains of the skeleton, guessing he would have to have been dead for quite awhile to be in that state. She'd bring a hand up to her head and sighed, there went that lead at the very least. Her attention then went back to Shwook, the larger question at hand. 

"So... Shwook I presume. Are you the same as those angel creatures that inhabit this place? Your ability to speak says otherwise but I know very little how the fauna of this land operates."
Christopher
"Eh..." Shwook warbled a bit... "What is... An angel? I have seen fluffy brown things, a big dead fish, and birds, and little fish." She replied, still clacking her beak but confusedly now. She honestly seemed just as lost as Rosaria if not more-so.
Donna
"An angel... Is a humanoid with wings. Though I can tell from you asking that you aren't with those beasts..." 

Rosaria would say and fold her arms once more, it seemed like this dinosaur was just as clueless as her when it came to this. 

"Think of them as a person with bird wings, that is a more apt comparison. But are talking dinosaurs... Common around here?"
Christopher
"Talking dinosaurs?" Shwook paused.

"...No, no - I am the only one I have seen. I do not know of any others that escaped the falling star. No fliers, no land-walkers, and no sea-dwellers have I seen from my world..." Shwook seemed to ponder on it. "...I shouldn't be here, really; I should be dead too. A shard from the falling star struck me from the sky. I was on the ground... And the strange Crag-dwellers ate those of us who couldn't flee."

The dinosaur didn't seem nearly as perturbed as one would think when describing the destruction of their world. "...I'm not even sure how I got here. I just found this ship recently... So no, no I do not think talking dinosaurs are common."
Donna
"Falling star? Must have been a meteor then... Wait..." 

Rosaria would say and have another thought about this situation; if the Dinosaurs were wiped out the same way here like in her own world this might be a parallel world compared to hers. She couldn't make out who those 'Crag-Dwellers' might be and assumed those were likely scavengers taking advantage of the situation at hand. 

"How long ago was this? That you remember I mean. You seem very... Okay with explaining that your whole world ended and you're in a whole new land."
Christopher
"...That is odd, isn't it? Ever since I woke up here; I cannot feel joy or sorrow. It would be distressing, if I could bring myself to feel that way. I just feel... Hollow, if I had to describe it."

Shwook wandered further into the sunlit floor of the cave; which was taller and more spacious than the back. Shwook was gargantuan for a pterodactyl - she might have been a different type of pterosaur.

"I do not know how long ago it was; only that I have been in this place for more moons than I have toes on my feet." Shwook bent her head back down to look at Rosaria. "Rosaria, yes? Are you lost too? I haven't spoken to any humans before now, I have only taken books from campers. They have a bad habit of leaving their strange items behind."
Donna
"Maybe that could be from the shock of it all? I have no idea how that revelation could effect someone mentally." 

Rosaria would add and watched Shwook move, seeing how huge of a pterosaur she actually was. She wasn't that well versed on dinosaurs enough to make a guess on what Shwook might be, if only one of her 'friends' were here from back home. 

"Yeah, you can say that. I came to this world looking for somebody but it seems this place is bigger than I imagined... And dangerous as well. So it might take awhile, who knows if time here even flows the same here compared to home."
Christopher
"It is very big, but not as dangerous as my own world. Not that I have seen... But I am quite big, I am very scary to many animals here." Shwook said, clicking her beak together. The crystals growing out of her skin seemed to blink with each clack.

"Since you have found my cave, you can wander here whenever you wish. I don't keep much here." Shwook stepped outside of the cave, stretching her wings as she did. It was quite cramped in there.

"...And if you need help, you might be able to find me here. I don't have much to do many days - save for perhaps practicing magic. Though I may be found in this interesting place that the ship calls...'Mirage Arena'? It seems to also be magical in nature, though I'm not sure what's going on with it."
Donna
"That also might be why the campers keep leaving things here as well. It's not everyday you see a dinosaur walking around... And a large one like yourself." 

Rosaria would add and watch Shwook walk to the entrance of the cave. She'd then rub the back of her head and nod. The sound of a magical place called Mirage Arena sounded interesting enough and the kind of place where *She'd* Might go.

"Then I'll try and help you if I can in return, though I have no clue how long I'll stay nearby and I doubt you'd have a phone... Or know how to operate one. I never expected to hear that a dinosaur can use magic or that I'd be somewhere actually talking to one. How does one get to the 'Mirage Arena'?"
Christopher
Shwook clicked, thinking on that... Before sticking her head back inside the cave.

"My ship has the location on its map - you can copy it for yourself. You seem like a traveler, so maybe your own ship can find it once it knows where it's going?"

Shwook hummed, tilting her head... "I do believe that's how it works... At least from what I read about gummiships. As for the Mirage Arena; it seems to only appear for those of us who are strong enough - otherwise it hides, I think. You seem more seasoned than I - perhaps it'll appear for you?"
Donna
"So those are called... Gummiships? Odd name..." 

Rosaria would say and make her way towards Shwook's ship and looked at the map in question. It seemed like it was on a whole different world than this one rather than being somewhere in this city or surrounding area like she anticipated. This world was just more and more interesting. 

"Oh... Only appears if your strong enough? Then I will definitely make my way there. There's nothing I will allow to elude me when power is involved. That means the first order of business is getting ahold of one of these 'Gummiships' and seeing how they operate..." 

She'd add and stepped away from Shwook's ship and thought about where to get one to reverse engineer. If this one crashed nearby there might be more crashed one's that could be salvageable.
Christopher
Shwook made a low-boom, an odd sound larger birds made sometimes. Shwook seemed to be thinking.

"...If you need help covering more ground, I am large enough to carry humans. I can assist you with covering more ground. I have explored quite much in this place - I drew a little map on the walls of my cave. I was in the middle of my latest mark when you knocked."
Donna
"That shouldn't be necessary, those ships aren't too hard to miss. Getting ahold of one is the real issue." 

Rosaria would say and pull out one of her cards. A black light would shine from it and a small imp like creature would float next to her, holding a tuning fork and a rod. 

"My cards seem to conjure real beings instead of holograms in this world so that will be of some use. But you make maps? How far did you map this place out if you don't mind me asking."
Christopher
Shwook blinked, taking a moment to examine the curious-looking creature Rosaria summoned... Before turning her attention back to the human in question. "I don't mind at all." Shwook replied simply, walking back into the cave.

"...-I should have a map drawn on the walls of my home; it is a bit dark in here though, let me light the pots." The pterosaurid's eye-gem illuminated; and the room felt warm for a moment... Before suddenly the whole cave was alight; several clay lanterns lining the walls, each housing a bright blue flame.

"I'm getting much better at this..." Shwook clicked to herself, before beginning to speak again.

"-now if you would turn your attention to the right wall, you'll see that I have discovered many landmarks-" And as Shwook started to explain, Rosaria would have plenty of time to examine the massive map herself if she so wished - it was drawn all over the whole wall with nightshade berries and fish blood.

Shwook seemed to have all the known locations drawn already, as well her own little cave, and a building out in the woods with several question marks surrounding it. It was off to the side - as if Shwook had no idea where to put it.

Otherwise, in terms of places not available on a public map, it seems Shwook had quite the illustration of the sea that stretched further beyond the shores of Twilight Town - as well as the pine beaches that stretched pretty far down the wild coast. Further out into the sea-part of the map did she mark notes like *"Bad Storms"* And *"Angry Orcas"*. There were some Seastacks with some question marks as well... Perhaps a marker for *'Explore Later'*.
Donna
Rosaria would snap her fingers, causing the creature to vanish. She would follow Shwook deeper into the cave and watched as the dinosaur's gem-eye glowed as a light. That was when she looked over at the map etched into the walls in question; it looked more well made than she anticipated a magic using dinosaur to be able to pull off.

"So... You got all the way out to the coast... I wonder what else is out there..." 

She would continue to eye the map and see more of this 'Twilight Town' and what might be of interest. 

"And it looks like this is the major settlement I came here from..." 

Rosaria would then cross her arms looking at the plaza. If she wanted a ship, there was a good place to start if she wanted to go about trying to buy one. 

"I think my next stop ill be this plaza. Are you going to explore these question marks you have down later down the road?"
Christopher
Shwook bobbed her head in confirmation "Yes - I do intend to explore these locations. If I didn't, I'd mark it with a cross instead."

She clicked her beak, looking over the illustration of the mansion; "I wish to find more about this place if I can manage. It may hold many secrets... And I find myself curious about the places where it seems mankind nary treads."

Shook turned her attention back to Rosaria, "What of you, though? You seem interested in discovery yourself... But you also seem to be preoccupied with something?"
Donna
"Well, I came to this world in search of someone that came here." 

Rosaria would say with a small sigh, who knows where she could be at this moment. 

"But knowing the terrain is good for any exploration, besides she might be somewhere in a human settlement. Her main job was a teacher after all. Plus going to places no one else goes is always entertaining... Being on the forefront of something grand and making it yours." 

Her attention then focused on the mansion itself Shwook brought up. 

"If no men go there it might be abandoned. Big houses like those need alot of humans to maintain it."
Christopher
Shwook clicked "...My biggest problem with that place is that I see it once, and then I never find it where I *Thought* I saw it. Then I find it again, then I look for it again and it seems to be in a different place! But then I think back on it... And it never moved at all! It's as if I simply misremember where I had seen it. Very strange, but it could be my own imagination."

Shwook click-clacked again, "...I am unsure if I should approach it next I see it. Though, it *Is* True that I have never seen anyone enter or exit that big house."
Donna
"...That is strange. I think I'll have to check it out for myself and see if I can find it. If I had to guess maybe it moves if you are actively searching for it?"

Rosaria would say and rub the side of her head, confused. 

"It makes no sense for a huge mansion... Or in general. But I just fought angel creatures and other oddities like how you explained that Mirage Arena. I don't think it's your imagination if that's the only place you've encountered in this city like this. Coming back to it might be the more optimal solution but I'm curious about it now."
Christopher
Shwook click-clacked "If you should need any help, you are welcome to find me at my cave. I have seen humans walk around with funny voice-boxes, maybe I should see about getting one of those?"

The bird-lizard tapped her eye-crystal in thought... Before turning her attention to Rosaria again; "...Would you know where I could get one of those funny voice-boxes?"
Donna
"Oh you mean those phones? I have an extra one you can have... Though I am unsure how you'll use one with your... Wings?"

Rosaria would say and reach into one of the pockets to pull out a gummiphone and hand it over to Shwook. She brought extra of everything in preparation for coming to this world so she could part with one for now. 

"Usually you buy them at the stores among other things, but I have no clue how they'll react to a Dinosaur coming up and buying something."
Christopher
Shwook made the weirdest *Ooo* Noise at being handed the small piece of equipment; her wings had little grabber-hands that she could easily handle items with, and she wasted no time in attempting to unlock the GummiPhone's secrets.

...And it *Absolutely* Did not take long at all before she figured out how to make a GummiPhone account. She was already scrolling the internet. It was actually kind of impressive how dexterous those comparatively little hands of hers were – though they were still longer and more gangly than a human's.

"OH! I assume this device uses some kind of function to find others? I have seen the humans communicate, but finding one specifically I assume uses this funny numbers-feature?" Shwook asked, click-clacking her beak.
Donna
Rosaria watched in amazement at seeing how dexterous Shwook's hands were, unlocking the phone and even getting on the internet on her own. She blinked when Shwook spoke again, breaking her out of the trance. 

"Yes, it can be used to be communicate with one another. Like here." 

She would say and pull out her own phone, scrolling over the phone app and putting in the number in order to call the other phone. It soon began to ring and the blonde woman would prompt Shwook to answer. 

"You can use that to contact me for example. You'll need more numbers in order to call others beyond just me."
Christopher
Shwook nodded, answering the phone... Before hanging up again. She put the device in a satchel that hung loosely around her neck. She normally kept dry ingredients in it, but it'll do as a phone bag for now.

"If I find anything useful - I'll communicate that I have. Wark."
Donna
"I'll do the same if I find anything worthwhile about this mansion. But I think I'll look around this Market Street first before going to this 'Mirage Arena'. Getting ahold of a ship seems like the best way for long distance travel."

Rosaria would say and place her own phone back into her pocket for the time being.
Christopher
"Then I suppose it is time for my morning flight! Or is it afternoon? The pond is running out of fish again - I must raid the coastline for more! Or if I'm lucky, I'll find a seal - or another whale carcass..." Shwook would wander out of the cave again, spreading her wings once she met the forest air. She flapped them once, testing them before looking back to the cave. It seemed Rosaria had time to speak before Shwook left.
Donna
"Interesting... Well I shall see you around then Shwook, so you can go and get your food." 

Rosaria would say and gave Shwook a small wave and went to walk off towards Market Street for the time being.
Christopher
```Home Invaders```

**``Session 1``**
"WARK - MY CAVE!" ***CRASH!***

**FWOOSH!** **``[Fire: +1]``**

"OH DAMMIT I SET IT ABLAZE AGAIN!" ***SMASH!***

"GET OUT!"

*WOOSH! **``[Blizzard: +1]``**

"GET OUT!"

**CRASH!**

Her papers were destroyed, her pots were broken, her things were strewn about, and now all of it was on fire!

Shwook screeched at the small shadows that had previously been the culprits behind the damage, but it seemed the estranged homeowner was causing more damage than *They* Did!

Several of the weak heartless fled for the hills when the rampaging azhdarchid came tearing through. There was one, slightly stronger fellow that stood its ground... Before Shwook forcefully grabbed it by the helmet and threw it like a ragdoll out of her cave!

**``Session 2``**
"WARK - BLAST IT ALL - WHERE ARE THE RUNES FOR MY WATER ENCHANTMENTS?"

***CRASH!***

"YOU - YOU GO! LEAVE!"

The shadow scurried away, weaving beneath the worsening flames as it fled for the mouth of the cave.

"Aha! Here they are!"

*SPLOOSH*! **``[Water: +1]``**

"Wark! Not enough! Need a bit more pressure then!"

***SPLASH!*** **``[Watera: +1]``**

...It was soon that the chaos was beginning to die down, and Shwook was left with a terrible mess to clean up.

Her inks, pots, and papers were all damaged - and she worked so hard to get these supplies too! The walls of her cave were marred, and some of it damaged her cave art too... Luckily not all of it, but it was still enough to cause echoes of frustration to ripple across her body.

```Cavern Surprises```

**``Session 1``**
Shwook managed to clean out most of the mess, and even salvage some of her equipment. But alas, she had much work to do again... Maybe there was something further inside the cave? She hasn't actually fully explored this place.

Shwook click-clacked her beak as she stared down the dark tunnel... She needed a light.

*Click-click...* **``[Magic Pulse: +1]``**
*Click-click - click!* **``[Magic Flash: +1]``**

The cave came alight in a soft blue hue, the gems in Shwook's right eye now serving as a good lanturn to light her way. She turned her gaze to the end of the cave, where she noted that the cavern made a sharp turn dowards.

She'd have to crouch to get down there, but the surprising elasticity of her lanky frame came as no obstacle for exploring the narrowing environment.

She crawled further near the back, before poking her head down into the winding caverns below.

**``Session 2``**
...This went way deeper than she thought it did - nothing massive, but there was another good 20-foot drop if she had to guess; A long way down for a human, but a simple drop for herself.

She did just that, dropping down further into the caverns below. There was enough room down here for her to stand, and even plenty of room for her to spread her wings... But the cave system seems to end in this room.

Yet there was something here that caught her attention... Could it be?

It was!

The Saurian Shrooms she brought in a while ago - it seems their spores took root inside this cave! Shwook carefully wandered closer to the cave wall, which was now overgrown with a blanket of mycelium.

The fungal blooms glowed ever-so-softly with an aura that almost invited her to eat one... It was so strange, normally they liked to grow within the footprints of large earth-walkers. Yet... It also seemed something about these mushrooms mutated. She didn't think they were supposed to glow, but they certainly retained the correct shape, and even had the right scent!

**``[Quake: +1]``**
**``[Water: +1]``**

She would gather from clay from these lower levels before heading back up.

**``Session 3``**
For now she'd leave the mushrooms alone, likely to harvest some later when she had the tools again.

Shwook would rip off a chunk of sopping clay, working the mass with a thumb-claw as she tried to shape it into a bowl... **``[Fierce Claw: +1]``**

Simple and round, though it lacked any defining features. Was she feeling creative today? Not as much as she'd like, but she could etch in some fun mushroom-like patterns to indicate this bowl's intended use.

She put it to the side to let it air-dry a bit, before grabbing another chunk of clay and shaping it as well. She would be much gentler on this one, leaving its smoothed walls blank. **``[Water: +1]``**

It was hard work, but honest work, and something to ease the tension while she figured out her next course of action... Perhaps when she had a proper incense bowl again, a vision quest may aid her in her next decision?

```Artforms of the Enlightened```

**``Session 1``**
She took another chunk of clay and began to shape it, working with her bizarrely-shaped hands to press it into a conical form. She'd then take a round stone to help smooth the sides proper. **``[Water: +1]``**

*"...Azal? What strange task are you set upon this time?"*

*"Me? I'm making a bowl."*

*A bowl?*

*"A clay bowl - It helps me carry stuff around! See?"*

Shwook's thoughts were wandering again. She remembered being taught how to shape clay; it was so long ago it felt, she was just coming of age at that time. As such, she was quite aloof with the flock of her birth, but an outsider had taken interest at that time.
He was a very strange one; had taken great interest in things that, in hindsight, were very human things. He'd paint and carve shapes with attributed meaning - art and writing she supposed. He would share these same things, and she was interested in learning what he had to offer.

**``[Fierce Claw: +1]``** She would etch the shape of a flying beast into the side of the bowl - one that wasn't dissimilar from her own kind.

**``Session 2``**
She stared down at the object in her hands.

*"...That's just a weird-shaped rock."*

*"Not just a weird-shaped rock, a useful weird-shaped rock! Let me show you!"*

*He would take the sling off his neck, showing her a pot full of ice, fish, and berries.*

*"I made this to carry my food. The ice from the mountain helps keep it from rotting so I don't have to search for food as often. It's really useful if I need a day to look for other things."*

*"But food is easy to find? Why do we need to keep it from rotting if we can just find more?"*

*"It's not always easy to find, besides sometimes I prefer to spend the day looking for berries to turn into inks and things."*

Shwook blinked, rolling the bowl over in her hands the same way she rolled around her intrusive thoughts. The clay became a little malformed as she did, she took her smooth stone and fixed her mistakes. She concentrated on the invisible runes that hummed just under her skin, manifesting the elements that she desired.

 **``[Magic Pulse: +1]``**
 **``[Water: +1]``**

Alright, that fixed it. She'd have to repair the little etching she started on the side though...

**``Session 3``**
...There, that should do. All fixed. Now she had three clay bowls ready to dry before she would fire them.

Suppose she should also recover her ink collection. Luckily she still had some stone discs she could use to crush them on... Though, she wasn't sure how much more forage her immediate area had, so she should fly farther out to gather more supplies.

Perhaps she should get back to work mapping other worlds as well? After she gets her claws on more ink probably.

Shwook left her cave, standing upright and testing her wings - time for a little outing.

She went back on all fours, rocking on her knuckles once, twice... Before taking off in a full-blown sprint!

She galloped until she took a big leap, getting some air under her wings.

 **``[Aero: +1]``**

She landed back on the ground again, but then she took an even greater leap, getting even more air under her wings!

 **``[Aerora: +1]``**

And finally she was off, taking to the skies and soaring over Twilight Town's wild woodlands.

```Primeval Shaman```

**``Session 1``**
The first thing Shwook did when coming home, was gather some wood and dig a pit to fire her now-dry pottery.

She set her items gently upon the bed of tinder, before click-clacking her beak to spark a flame...

**WOOSH!**

**``[Magic Flash: +1]``**
**``[Fira: +1]``**

—Then letting forth a spew of white-hot fire to get the firing process going.

A roaring bonfire could be seen casting a glow against the darkening sky, and luckily there were no trees that grew near enough to be set ablaze - Shwook made sure of that.

With that chore out of the way, she ducked into her little cave, as she was intent on gathering some mushrooms from the bottom floor. Which wouldn't take long, as it was easy to pluck the mysterious fungus from their perch.

Now she carried her bundle back up to the upper floor, setting it upon a surviving leather mat. Shwook set one of the bundles of berries down as well, gently undoing the knot and unfolding the bag into another leather mat.

**``Session 2``**
Shwook would have to prepare the nightshade berries first.

She pulled the berries away from the mushrooms to give herself some room. Controls over water also meant she could pull water *Out* Of things, correct? She would try it.

**``[Magic Pulse 2: +1]``**
**``[Watera: +1]``**

...Yes! There she'd done it! The berries shrivel up and Shwook was left with a suspension of fairly clean water in her hand. Useful, since she didn't want to pull out the poison in the nightshade - she found that it could enhance the effect of the Saurian Mushrooms quite well.

She tossed the water away, the sphere making a small *Splash* As it hit the ground outside.

Now she'd cobble the mushroom and berry piles together, forming a heap of foraging medley. Shwook would grab a smooth stone - one large enough to crush and round enough to roll. She wasted no time in pressing down on the pile of forage and attempting to crush it into paste.

**``Session 3``**
This was a process she was once very familiar with.

Memories of her time with her mate's flock began to flood in; memories once repressed returned to the forefront, just as they'd been trying for the last couple days.

Yes, this is how she did it - how she prepared Ambrosia. A term she'd heard the Elder refer to the mysterious tar that she and other females in Azal's flock would create.

It's said that there were ingredients that worked just as well as nightshade... She remembered that supposedly there was an ingredient a cut above the rest; one that would intensify the properties of Ambrosia to its greatest potential.

The tar of the mushrooms quickened the process of pasting the berries, and the poisons bound together to form a sludge.

Somehow the substance was both pitch-black, and colorfully iridescent if shown in the right light. It smelled sweet and musty; like a fresh carcass being quickly overgrown with the sweetest flowers.

It was ready for use.

Shwook went to the bonfire, peering into the pit to observe the progress on the pottery. Yes, she was satisfied with their condition; so she snuff out the flames of the pit with her water magic. **``[Watera: +1]``**

Then she scooped up one of the items with a careful claw - a bowl. Something she'd use as a pipe for now, but she resolved to create a proper one later.

She took the bowl inside with her and sat before the pile of Saurian Ambrosia again. She carefully scoped some of the sludge into a bowl, bringing it up to her nostrils before setting the tar alight. **``[Fire: +1]``**

With a deep inhale, Shwook would lose her senses, and she felt as if she had disappeared from the world entirely.