» The Tree of Light

WAKER

You're not too fond of this turn of events—the season, not the little floating ball of hope. Being thrown into the teeth of a winter far more vicious than any you'd ever experienced was bad enough, but instead of it melting into a long, cool spring, it seemed to thaw overnight and turn into a baking oven. Fortunately for you, your stay in the winter season had been brief enough that you hadn't grown any shaggy fur. You melt in sympathy each time you recall Taivas's thicker fluff.

After weeks of the searing heat, you're worried about the forests and meadows, the flora and fauna. How are they faring? Will they wither and die? Is this extreme weather normal? But so far, no one seems to have suffered undue harm; day activity is at an all-time low, you suppose, a time for finding baths, be they water or mud.

You're not doing much when the call hits you. It is different from the gentle call of Kisamoa—the one time you've heard the strange creature's call, that is, and you'd be surprised, and disappointed, if you ever learned how his first calls were orders—but it feels a bit the same. Bright, hopeful. Lazily, you open one eye and look at the floating orb next to you. Strange how a single thing in this vast, foreign world is capable of making you feel like everything is going to be okay, even though you can't get home to your loved ones.

You figure you're not the only one in this situation. Perhaps you have to find new loved ones here.

While it doesn't sound too bad, the pain is still too raw. You shove the thoughts aside, spread your dark wings, and take to the skies. The merciless sun shines on your sweat-soaked coat, but the temperature is more bearable the higher you go. You sigh in contentment, gliding in the cool air streams towards the strange, burnt-out tree. You're not sure what's so happy about that, but—oh.

Is this place intent on surprising you out of the air? Startled, you nearly drop on the tree itself, like you'd nearly dropped on Kisamoa, but you right yourself rather elegantly. Gone is the burnt-out husk, replaced with a frosty bubble (the temperature shift might've been part of your spook, too), snow and rime ice lacing every branch, glittering ornaments hung on it; the Loricatrunc have similar ornaments hanging from their tusks.

You wonder if you're supposed to hang your contribution on a tusk.

You smother a childish giggle and descend into the snow, disappointed to see Taivas hasn't made it yet. Many of the other faces are vaguely familiar. They were there when Kisamoa called them. One is new, accompanied by a deer. Feeling a bit sheepish, you watch as the bold supporter of the God lets her bird—you're envious, you also want a bird, you realize—hang a charm upon the tree.

You don't own anything but your body and your magic. Slowly, you take a deep breath, your long tail curving behind you.

Briefly, pressure builds in the air, before the distant sound of rumbling thunder is heard; you're not sure how it works, this magic of yours, because you only cause the noise, not the lightning, but the lightning causes the noise normally..? Ah, well—the gentle healing washes through those present, soothing aches and pains, and to brighten up the mood further, you start glowing. It is bright at first, like the lightning flash you can't produce, but gradually settles to something less intense.

Surprised, you look at yourself.

That's... new.

Shrugging, you dip your nose in the snow. You've given what you can, and you're a bit more festive to look at. Can't go wrong, right? Humming innocently, you do your best at rolling the snow into a ball, before pushing the tip of one wing in under it. You were never great at this, but practice makes perfect, or so they claim. Hoping it won't be taken the wrong way, you do your best to flick it off your wing, at Kiada (she was closest), grinning mischievously.

Waker uses his healing magic to glow! He is now very festive. He didn't have anything to hang on the tree. Then he tries to throw a snowball at Kiada.

Present ideas!
- Some charms/beads to put in his mane!
- idk fun things :D