Wizard rythym

[Iron Dragoon]

Whoops, wrong button:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+120 : 6 + 120, total 126[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Didn't roll.

[Anastasia]

Or wait okay, new page. My bad.

It's stable enough now. As for development, it needs intellectual stimulus.

[Iron Dragoon]

Uh, this is sorta obtuse. What counts as intellectual stimulus in this situation? Like a conversation? Can it even understand language? Or do I need to do something like using my memory sharing spell?

[Anastasia]

Anything intellectually stimulating. Like engaging a child with learning.

[Iron Dragoon]

Uh, I don't have kids >.>

Alyssa conjures up balls of light and has them take different shapes and colors, going through and naming them as they dance about in an intricate dance. She starts with primary colors, and has them crash into each other, producing new colors as she goes.

[Anastasia]

No immediate reaction.

"Alyssa? Is this really the time to practice cantrips?" Jarem asks, as his gaze keeps going about, defenses kept up.

Huh. As you watch, a little tendril of blue light form. It sloppy shakes and throws itself at the various lights, uncoordinated by going for them.

[Iron Dragoon]

"If you've raised and educated kids before, feel free to jump in. It did, however, get a reaction."

Alyssa continues the dance, but adds a bit of music, synchronizing it with the colors coming together to create new ones, and directing the balls to dance near the tendril, to interact with it.

[Anastasia]

Jarem takes 10 on Perception.

It's slow and sloppy, awkward, but it keeps on doing that.

"Interesting time to find your maternal side," Jarem murmurs as he focuses. "Still, keep it up, I can hold this off as long as I need to."

[Iron Dragoon]

"This was quite literally your idea."

Alyssa uses a bit of alter reality to conjure Jarem's voice, repeating his comment, "Don't overwhelm it, but it could use a mother.  Might not help since it's been born in Acheron, but without that it'll be another fiend in no time."

Alyssa stare as him flatly, "If you want to comment on your brilliant idea, you can take up parenting here and now, you know."

Alyssa turns back to it, trying to sync the music with it interacting with the lights, then having the lights change shape when it touches one.

[Anastasia]

Jarem's expression twists into a smile, "Shh, don't argue, you'll wake up the baby." He laughs softly to himself, "I was teasing you, Alyssa."

Meanwhile the tendril of light follows, until it stops and comes, resting against your foot.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa rests her hand on the tendril and inspects the magical energy of the creature, trying to align her own to it, to make it similar, and then letting the energy flow into her hand.

[Anastasia]

There's a lurch and -

Okay, how much are you trying to change it?

[Iron Dragoon]

I wasn't really trying to change it so much as just sort of... Resonate with it?

[Anastasia]

By changing it to align with your own, to be clear?