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It is round, with only one entrance or exit. The walls trickle with water- mini-waterfalls come from cracks in the stone, with glowing mushrooms peacefully growing along niches in the walls. The water itself pools in the stone, lazily flowing downwards to some yet unseen fathom. Some of the mushroomic spores have seemingly become part of the liquid here, a natural sanctuary, that gives the water its own silverish glow. The entire chamber is lit by this, a soft and subtle natural lighting. Even with the torch dying from the moisture, it is still possible to see, and even comfortable to rest your straining eyes. This is a place of natural beauty, only rarely seen.
<span class="mu-b">”...This place feels special.”</span>
“Aye.”
<span class="mu-b">”I remember reading something about leylines, where powers converge in unseen ways. This feels like it could be one of those. A place of power.”</span>
“I wouldn't know anything about that, but it seems a mit' bit special to me. There are places like it on the surface too, I've been there, but only ever far away. It feels like a place nobody has ever been but you. A special place.”
<span class="mu-r">”...Let's enjoy the peace and quiet, shall we?”</span>
With that, everyone is silent. They take a moment to rest. Elly, however, seems the most effected by it. She walks to the center of the circle and closes her eyes, wrapping her hands together as though in prayer. Something has taken ahold of her.
<span class="mu-b">”Elly- are you ok?”</span>
“Shh... leave her be, lad.”
Something is emerging from Elly's mind and spirit. It's a force seemingly inherent to all women- the feminine intuition. Buried down and malnourished, it is only now in a place like this such a thing takes hold. She feels it blossoming in her soul, an awakening of another sense deep from her core out to her extremities. It is not sorcery nor is it a sickness nor the work of any spirit- it comes from within her own self, awakening by the peace and serenity of this place. Much like this place, Elly just “is”.
But even in this moment of pure naturalistic growth- there is a choice. Elly feels her mind being pulled softly in two directions. The sensation of being just on the verge of understanding and feeling- but between two feeling. She is growing a sixth sense. But what does her sixth sense hinge upon?
>Friend
>Enemy