>>5901726>>5901771In truth, your first answer was the right one. You AREN’T one hundred percent certain how this will go. You’ve learned so much here, though… Changed so much, grown so much, in a few short months. Or has it been months? Here on the moon, time—as gravity—seems to move differently, to affect you less. You wonder if this is how the long-lived children of the Bonum Chaoticum feel—the True Fey of Old Maple Hill, the true-born eladrin, the gods on high?
>+1 Natural Philosophy – your exploration of the Moonwoods and interest in <Wildshape> have expanded your understanding of the natural world>+1 Religion – your time among the children of the gods, and investigation of ancient origins and holy rites, have made you more well-versed on holy fairy lore>+1 Sense Motive – allowing Nym and Devi to remain with you (and inferring the nature of Oncyth before that) have all contributed to a better understanding of others’ perspectives and intentionsThis, more than anything else, THIS is your core. You have no worry that you will lose yourself, because this pursuit of hidden secrets and arcane understanding is the very HEART of you.
As you assume your starting position and clear your throat, you wonder… Is this how Izzy felt, looking into her first <Dimension Door> beyond the material plane?
You open your mouth. You step forwards. You sing. You dance. The moths within their glistening pupae watch eyelessly, neither alive nor dead, waking and perchance dreaming. And they change…
>19>Success…So do you.
>Your Free Movement has been upgraded to Improved Aetherial Form>You have learned Wildshape>You have mastered the fundamentals of the Rite of Attunement>Bonus: Your Free Senses spell can grant your fairy-sight temporarily to anotherWhen you dance is done, you are breathless, gasping, trembling. You ache, and yet you are filled with a euphoria that washes away pain. Your heart hammers hard, pounding as if you might explode… And yet it feels right. You feel as if you are vibrating in place, as if you need to MOVE.
“Show me!” you demand, a little more urgently and rudely than you’d intended.
