Here's the next in the series of treasure maps. Not far from here Lyssa finds a Rosewood Wand, which allows Morgan to inherit the Aqua Knuckles I found in the waterfall cave, since they're higher attack and the same +MAT as Cloak's Dagger. Lyssa's attack power is back down to "approximately fuck all".Ah, the horizon. I must be nearing the peak!Spoiler: I was not nearing the peak.Some armor has had better DEF, or AGI, or MAG, or whatever, but this is the first piece of equipment that is better than the Robes of Flowing Thought in every way. Thanks, Dyneh, they were super good while Lyssa wore them.Oh! Speaking of...Lyssa: Oh, uh. Lyssa. Hi.
Ceidra: Greetings, Oha Lyssa.
Lyssa: Whoops, sorry. It's actually just "Lyssa".
Ceidra: Ah, yes. My apologies. I do not speak with mortals often, and I forget our manner of speech is strange to thy ears.
Lyssa: Don't worry about it.
A little name confusion is par for the course with these spirits, apparently. If the first word out of your mouth when you saw me was "Ceidra" I would have just assumed you're telling me the name of your favorite mid-evolution water-type Pokemon, perhaps cursing your lack of a Dragon Scale.Ceidra: A half-elf... And thee said thy name is 'Lyssa'? Might thou not be the selfsame Lyssa who aided the water spirit Dyneh?
Lyssa: Yep! That's us!
Ceidra: Then I am in thy debt as well. Dyneh is a friend of mine. She told me of thy deeds to free her from the well. And then, this must be...
Dren: Dren. It's nice to meet you.
Ceidra: !!! Thou canst perceive me?
Dren: Uh, yes?
Ceidra: ... And thee, Templar?
Morgan: Morgan Kastel. Yeah, I can see you.
Ceidra: 'Tis most unusual.
Dren: How come? We could see Dyneh just fine.
Ceidra: ...Dyneh chose to reveal herself to thee. The Fae do not appear to thy kind unless they wish to. Lyssa, with her elven blood, is able to see my kind. But ye humans should not be able to without my consent, and I have yet to grant it. 'Tis truly strange. Unless...
Morgan: Unless?
Ceidra: Though I have never seen it, there are stories from the old days that the human companions of elves could also see past the veil. Though only if they shared a very strong bond, and destiny.
Morgan: Oh?
Lyssa: Cool! We're obviously destined to become great heroes.
Ceidra: ...It is hard for me to say. But know that the destiny shared need not be one of triumph and light.
Lyssa: Anyway, so what's up? What's a girl like you doing in a cave like this?
Ceidra: I enjoy the sunlight in these mountains. I am a spirit of earth, and often come to places such as these to enjoy the wonder and touch of nature.
Dren: An earth spirit, eh? Like a dryad?
Ceidra: Humans have indeed spoken of my kind with that name afore. But it is merely a moniker given me of thy kind. Nor am I tied to trees, though I do enjoy conversing with the spirits within them.
"Dyneh are you a water elemental?" "Nah those are different." "Ciedra are you a dryad?" "Yes, but not how you think." Next one's going to be "Hey, are you a salamander?" "Do I fuckin' look like an amphibian, ya moron?"Ceidra: In truth, almost all living things have spirits, though those of plants and animals are simpler and more truthful than the Fae and others. But thy pardon I must beg. I have been known to wax on when given leash to speak on the world I love. And mortals soon grow tired of my stories of the lives of woodland creatures.
And you're like one step away from speaking in iambic pentameter just to sound more archaic.Morgan: I don't know. We're actually pretty keen on those kind of stories, really. Have you ever heard of the Tiny, Tiny Princess?
Ceidra: Forsooth, I must admit I have not. Is she from a very small human family?
Morgan: Hahaha, no. She's the main heroine of a series of stories written by humans, meant to entertain our children. She often rides around on chipmunks and such in her adventures. I've read many of her stories to my daughter.
Ceidra: She sounds delightful. I admit that I know little of the lives of thy kind.
I totally want a scene where Morgan reads Tiny Tiny Princess books to the Fae now.Dren: Maybe you could become a writer. Though, uh, I guess the books would be invisible to humans.
Morgan: Here, a picture my daughter drew recently.
Ceidra: My word! That feline is brave to climb so high. And thy daughter possesses the soul of an artist.
:3Morgan: Yeah, she's a real gift. I have to admit, when I joined with these two, I did not expect to meet and talk to a real Faerie.
Ceidra: Hmm. Yes. I suspect there may have been more fate than chance in our meeting here. I bequeath to thee this: Do not mistreat it.
(Received Ceidra's Seed!)
Sex joke goes here.Lyssa: Thanks! I'll take good care of it.
Ceidra: The spirit's blessings on your journey. If fate decides so, we shall meet again.
Horsea out.