» at the peak of solstice
Event Starter for @jehannanmage
As far as stories involving magic and mystical devices went, Tana had a feeling they were only surface deep. Coming from relatively grounded and arguably apostate country, she could only believe tales, from her homeland or no, so far. Still, she humors the group’s tour guide and agrees to help her out. The flowers were real, so she had that assurance at the very least. How reliable these flowers were or even remotely connected to a possible cure is uncertain.
If in the end it turned out they were a placebo, she could at least say she’s explored the depths of Tuatha. Though it may not look it, she was intent on the group’s main objective, but she didn’t see anything wrong with exploring the area a bit. The relic was a short-term goal, but the way she saw it, Brigid could be a potential ally in the future, so long as they appealed to the natives in some fashion of appreciation.
With her lance strapped to her back and her desert partner at her side, she felt confident in their trek. Caona, Anacaona, she mouths as she steps over random twigs, sticks, and stumps throughout the forest. According to the story, the spirit rewarded the boy for selflessness. The flowers were being protected and were already difficult to get to, so maybe it really was the act of spirits that guards them so. They sold for a high price, being so rare, and getting coin couldn’t fall under that selflessness act. Hopefully though, they could be recognized in their good deed of a quest so they don’t suffer negative consequences too bad.
Tana stops when they reach a fork in the path, each seemingly leading to the mountains in the distance, but they both looked... the same. Turning to Ewan, she points both index fingers in either direction. “Which way?”