Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

Voidfiller reads some, interested.

 

"There you go."
He stands up, getting ready to leave again.
"I'm gonna grab some more water."

 

"Ancient Amphibian Fossil

While the exact age of this fossil is unknown, the structure of this amphibian's bones suggests it may have been a relative of the toads we have today."

"Fool's Gold

Despite it's colour, this mineral is not actually gold. It is actually iron pyrites, and is quite common."

"Amethyst

This fine gem is a violet variant of quartz, and is often sought after for use in jewelery for it's colour."

"Prehistoric Hammer

This crude hammer was most likely used by early man. Despite it's simple components of a rock and wood, the dents on the rock imply it was used quite a lot."

 

Voidfiller finds a bench to sit down on.

 

Gaia waits.

 

There appears to be a few chairs in the library area, the young woman glancing up at Voidfiller momentarily as she reads to the children.

 

"O-okay... take your time..."

 

"I'll be as fast as I can." He smiles before he heads back to the dens.

 

Gaia suddenly finds herself in a large green and black living room, Caelia standing in front of her.

"Hello." Caelia says calmly, smiling.

 

Voidfiller smiles, sitting down.

 

This goes faster, but Gram is asleep by the time you get back.

"Hello, Lady... Caelia?" Gaia asks, unsure.

 

"Should I wake him?" He asks Anne.

 

The young woman smiles back.

"Correct, your highness." Caelia says, bowing slightly.

 

"No, let him rest."

"Oh, no need for that. Is it okay if I transform?"

 

"Perfectly fine." Caelia says.

 

Voidfiller fiddles with his thumbs, waiting for the person at the front desk to come back.

 

"Should I get some food for him?"

 

Gaia reverts to her golem form, stretching out a bit.
"Thank you for allowing me to visit, Caelia. It's nice to meet the gods of the brave mortals who fight to end my reality's terrible war."

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"Yeah, if you can find anything. He probably hasn't eaten, either."

 

"How is the wound getting along?"

 

"It's not getting any better, but it's not getting worse."