[selenia's quest.]

[dramatispersonae]

[wherever you are now, it's grey and half-lit; not quite day yet, but not too dark either.]

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[dramatispersonae]

[yes! at one particular spot in one particular tree]

[glorious]

[Let us find that one particular tree first. Is there anything about it that stands out?]

[dramatispersonae]

[looks like an ordinary tree -- well, it's metal like the others.]

[glorious]

[Ordinary metal tree that would likely maim me if I tried to climb it.]

[What happens when I whack it with the pole?]

[dramatispersonae]

[a metal-on-metal clang . . .]

[glorious]

[................]

[Can I pickaxe the tree down?]

[dramatispersonae]

[you can dent the trunk a little but that also blunts the pickaxe. it is also a very thick trunk.

probably not.]

[glorious]

[...So much for that.]

[...Is there anything around the base of the tree that I should have tried looking for before I tried to knock it down?]

[dramatispersonae]

[nothing around the base of the tree, no.]

[glorious]

[...Can I see anything if I look up?]

[dramatispersonae]

[pine branches...]

[glorious]

[...Can I walk around it?]

[dramatispersonae]

[yyyes if you're careful, but it's still an ordinary tree on the other side]

[glorious]

[...And if I was just as careful, could I climb it and not gravely injure myself any further than necessary?]

[dramatispersonae]

[you could just about spare your feet. your hands -- well, you can avoid losing your fingers or cutting tendons, but you won't be able to avoid your flesh getting pricked and sliced to ribbons.]

[glorious]

[...And I would like to come back to Sapphire in one piece. But I am also questing for a healing item so if anything is up there...]

[Better plan, back away from the tree and throw the copper pole as high up it as I possibly can.]

[dramatispersonae]

[YOU DISLODGE A LARGE COPPER EGG! good going.

it thumps down in the ash under the tree.]

[glorious]

[VICTORY!]

[Lets investigate that large copper egg!]

[dramatispersonae]

[it is a reasonably large egg, about three inches long. it's heavy.]

[glorious]

[But I could feasibly pick it up.]

[...Now I have to figure out what to do with it...]

[...It doesn't move at all, does it?]

[dramatispersonae]

[you can pick it up!

it doesn't move...]

[glorious]

[...I shall hold it close and I guess. Take it back to the stone house.]

[And sing to it softly, in case there's a baby bird in there.]

[dramatispersonae]

[. . .

what do you do with it in the stone house . . .]

[glorious]

[...Well the picture that pointed me to the egg was in the basement but now I'm not so certain that was what I was meant to do.]

[I suppose while I'm here, I can set the egg on the couch and play out a domestic adorable scene as an older brother returning home to greet his little sister egg and tell her how much she's grown and how she's been missed and how he certainly wasn't out killing people or destroying worlds or being a terrible excuse for a human being--]

[Once I'm done playing out all my current emotional problems in a very therapeutic session, I suppose I should take the egg to the pedestal instead and see if the songbirds want her.

I mean it.]

[dramatispersonae]

[the songbirds are all disinterested in the egg except the one that is asleep]