As you tend the tree, it begins to perk up, and magic begins to swirl around the sapling and you. The magic fills you, bringing with it pure light and joy. Your body begins to glow, the blessing of magic infusing you momentarily before it flows out of you, a golden light entering the tree. The essence of the magic within the world seems to gather, infusing the tree with its glowing golden light. Before your eyes the tree begins to grow, branches spreading and the trunk thickening. It is as if a hundred years of growth infuse it, along with the magic, as leaves grow and shed, endless cycles of years passing in mere moments. For a moment, the magic fills the area completely, a quite noticeable presence. It's as if all the threads of fate led to this point, this moment, blessing the brave Quirlicorns like yourself who put aside their own needs to help the deities, to help your world.
The tree's growth slows, reaching its final stage. Before you where a sapling once stood, choked by dark magic, is now a fully grown and impressive Sacred Dew Tree. The tree's branches sway slightly in a gentle breeze, and a single dew falls to your hooves, not like any seen before.
The Deities gathered around the Sacred Dew Tree, or rather, the original Sacred Dew Tree. The discussion over the Dark Artifacts had progressed little, no Deity truly knowing what to make of the strange objects.
But the discussion came to a halt as magic rushed around them, their full power returning. Gasps of awe came, and murmurs of shock, as magic swelled, and the original Tree began to glow, shimmering light racing up its trunk, over its branches, and through its leaves.
"Magic is back," Frysil sang, his eyes glittering with awe. "Back in full force!"
Anevay stomped a hoof. "Finally!" she said, with a huff. Keir agreed with a snort of his own.
Jagmeet nodded in agreement. He was a lot more contained in his excitement, as was Haukea, but both of their eyes held that same shine of joy.
Aberfa was quieter about it, her expression a bit more troubled.
"It does seem to be so," Zahavah said, gazing up at the tree.
A moment of silence fell over the gathered Deities as they stood in wonder of the free-flowing magic.
"We must reward our helpers," Jagmeet said, and the others nodded.
"I shall keep watch over these Dark Artifacts, and study them further. Go, and attend to your heroes," Zahavah said, and the Deities nodded and dispersed.
The three Quirlicorns were still marveling at the strange Dews when Frysil seemed to appear before them.
"You did it!" The Windy Deity said joyfully. "I knew you could do it!"
"How did you just appea- Never mind," Morana said, studying the dew. "What is this?"
Frysil frowned slightly, moving closer to examine the Dews that had landed at the Quirlicorn's hooves.
"Strange..." Frysil murmured. "It appears to be a new Dew!"
"A new Dew?" Caitriona asked, her voice tinged with awe.
"What does it do?" Goatse wondered, tilting his head.
Frysil hummed to himself while examining the Dew. "What happened?" he asked.
Morana gave a slightly exasperated look at his non answer, before looking to the others.
"We gave it energy drinks," Goatse said brightly.
"I froze them, and Morana used her Chaos Golems to slow melt them and help the soil," Cait added.
"Energy... Drinks?" Frysil asked, with a bit of confusion. "That is certainly creative!"
"Give it to us straight, Frysil," Morana interrupted. "What are these Dews? Are they safe?"
Frysil chuckled a bit. "Sorry, it's been a long few days. It appears they are Regional Dews! This one seems to house magic itself from the Windy Region, ready to be chosen."
"It gives... magic?" Goatse said, as he quickly went over his knowledge of Dews. "I didn't know that could happen."
"It appears to be able to happen now! I guess the tree itself said 'Thank you!'. We Deities would also like to say thank you," Frysil replied, and the three Quirlicorns looked at him with renewed interest. The twinkle in his eye spoke of something fun.
"To each of you, for your contributions, I am gifting a unique magic that cannot be gained anywhere else," Frysil replied.
"Goatse, you have been prepared for many of the steps of this journey. And you shall always have what you need from here on out. I gift you with Bag of Wonder, which shall be applied to your own bag. Now you can pull any item you need from it at will. Only one item at a time though," Frysil said with a laugh.
"Caitriona, a gift of my own domain. For you, Sound of the Wind. You can activate the magic to hear the whispers on the wind, be it changes in weather, or the land around you," Frysil said.
"And for Morana," Frysil turned to the last mare, "I gift you with Steady Hooves. The magic can be used to either give you or another Quirlicorn a sense of calm, even in times of high pressure."
The magics settled around the three Quirlicorns like a soft summer breeze, filling them with warmth.
"Thank you, for all you have done," Frysil said, his wings fluttering. "Don't be a stranger!" he sang, as he leapt into the sky.
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The tree's growth slows, reaching its final stage. Before you where a sapling once stood, choked by dark magic, is now a fully grown and impressive Sacred Dew Tree. The tree's branches sway slightly in a gentle breeze, and a single dew falls to your hooves, not like any seen before.
The Deities gathered around the Sacred Dew Tree, or rather, the original Sacred Dew Tree. The discussion over the Dark Artifacts had progressed little, no Deity truly knowing what to make of the strange objects.
But the discussion came to a halt as magic rushed around them, their full power returning. Gasps of awe came, and murmurs of shock, as magic swelled, and the original Tree began to glow, shimmering light racing up its trunk, over its branches, and through its leaves.
"Magic is back," Frysil sang, his eyes glittering with awe. "Back in full force!"
Anevay stomped a hoof. "Finally!" she said, with a huff. Keir agreed with a snort of his own.
Jagmeet nodded in agreement. He was a lot more contained in his excitement, as was Haukea, but both of their eyes held that same shine of joy.
Aberfa was quieter about it, her expression a bit more troubled.
"It does seem to be so," Zahavah said, gazing up at the tree.
A moment of silence fell over the gathered Deities as they stood in wonder of the free-flowing magic.
"We must reward our helpers," Jagmeet said, and the others nodded.
"I shall keep watch over these Dark Artifacts, and study them further. Go, and attend to your heroes," Zahavah said, and the Deities nodded and dispersed.
The three Quirlicorns were still marveling at the strange Dews when Frysil seemed to appear before them.
"You did it!" The Windy Deity said joyfully. "I knew you could do it!"
"How did you just appea- Never mind," Morana said, studying the dew. "What is this?"
Frysil frowned slightly, moving closer to examine the Dews that had landed at the Quirlicorn's hooves.
"Strange..." Frysil murmured. "It appears to be a new Dew!"
"A new Dew?" Caitriona asked, her voice tinged with awe.
"What does it do?" Goatse wondered, tilting his head.
Frysil hummed to himself while examining the Dew. "What happened?" he asked.
Morana gave a slightly exasperated look at his non answer, before looking to the others.
"We gave it energy drinks," Goatse said brightly.
"I froze them, and Morana used her Chaos Golems to slow melt them and help the soil," Cait added.
"Energy... Drinks?" Frysil asked, with a bit of confusion. "That is certainly creative!"
"Give it to us straight, Frysil," Morana interrupted. "What are these Dews? Are they safe?"
Frysil chuckled a bit. "Sorry, it's been a long few days. It appears they are Regional Dews! This one seems to house magic itself from the Windy Region, ready to be chosen."
"It gives... magic?" Goatse said, as he quickly went over his knowledge of Dews. "I didn't know that could happen."
"It appears to be able to happen now! I guess the tree itself said 'Thank you!'. We Deities would also like to say thank you," Frysil replied, and the three Quirlicorns looked at him with renewed interest. The twinkle in his eye spoke of something fun.
"To each of you, for your contributions, I am gifting a unique magic that cannot be gained anywhere else," Frysil replied.
"Goatse, you have been prepared for many of the steps of this journey. And you shall always have what you need from here on out. I gift you with Bag of Wonder, which shall be applied to your own bag. Now you can pull any item you need from it at will. Only one item at a time though," Frysil said with a laugh.
"Caitriona, a gift of my own domain. For you, Sound of the Wind. You can activate the magic to hear the whispers on the wind, be it changes in weather, or the land around you," Frysil said.
"And for Morana," Frysil turned to the last mare, "I gift you with Steady Hooves. The magic can be used to either give you or another Quirlicorn a sense of calm, even in times of high pressure."
The magics settled around the three Quirlicorns like a soft summer breeze, filling them with warmth.
"Thank you, for all you have done," Frysil said, his wings fluttering. "Don't be a stranger!" he sang, as he leapt into the sky.
(904 Words) +4 Chimes (750 Lit +3, Event +1)
