The Great Druid Hunt (Jaela)

[Anastasia]

You keep the pace. A pace that turns grueling through sheer repetition, but you keep it.

> roll 1d20+6 Mirima
<Rei-chan> Kowork rolled : 1d20+6 Mirima --> [ 1d20=19 ]{25}

It takes about 20 minutes of steady running and jumping to reach the end. You're breathing heavily and so is Mirima, but you've cleared it without difficulty. Your girlfriend goes to the nearest tree and rests against it, "If it was the body to be tempered, then the fires were not hot enough."

[Corwin]

"Plus it was fun!" Jaela pipes up. "A shame I didn't think to bring a snack." Magic is just waiting to support them if she were to beckon it, though Jaela abstains for the time being. "Think you could give me a hint as to where you'd like to vacation some day? Maybe to celebrate a birthday or someone at the school reaching mastery?"

[Anastasia]

"Sune's quarter of Brightwater, but that's so mandatory as to be passe," Mirima considers, "Perhaps the deserts of the third layer of Arborea? I hear there are great oasises like beaches there, if one only knows where to find them."

[Corwin]

"Works. Actually, Brightwater is a great idea. I wouldn't mind taking a few drawing lessons and who better to have as a model?"

[Anastasia]

Mirima makes a weary grimace, "Yes, but everyone that's anyone on the planes goes to Brightwater sometime. It's so...so...done. Boring. Expected."

[Corwin]

"Maybe you could find the unexpected, underground spot across the planes where artists hang around and surprise me?"

[Anastasia]

Mirima tosses her hair, "Perhaps I should," she says, "Whoever talks about Oghma and Gond's realm, full of creators?"

[Corwin]

Jaela has to admit that she doesn't often think about them herself. She grins at Mirima, before looking around. "Ready to keep going, or need a magical pick me up?" she offers even as she seeks out the direction her path will take.

[Anastasia]

"I'm fine," Mirima falls back in.

> roll 1d100
<Rei-chan> Kowork rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=13 ]{13}

You soon come to a dead end. There's a small spring here, a little pond lined with smooth, mossy stones. The water's clear.

[Corwin]

Jaela drinks from the spring, splashing some on her face after to freshen up.

[Anastasia]

Mirima follows. The waters are cool and clear. After they clear from the disruption, you see your faces in the water. A perfect reflection, your own gaze meeting you.

[Corwin]

Jaela waves!

[Anastasia]

Your reflection waves back...for longer than you wave.

[Corwin]

"Awesome! Can you talk, too?"

[Anastasia]

"You tell me," Jaela says, as Mirima steps back a bit.