This way Mel. The room should be right… here- [Mail leads Mel into a mostly empty room, one that is not marked by an X. The moment he enters, he waits for the telltale sign of flashing gold particles as, just as he predicted, a small nightingale erupts from seemingly no where, flitting to his eye level to scold him furiously.]
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*His daemon, who is apparantly an irish wolfhound, jumps up the minute he enters the room. L very nearly goes down under the weight.*
Hello there.
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"Is this an animal room?"
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Nice to meet you, Willha. You need to get down, though. *The wolfhound drops to four legs, obligingly, but rubs up against him, tail wagging violently.*
Near. I'm not entirely sure of what this room's effects are, except that it has produced these two.
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"Aradion. The room holds no further motive than what you have witnessed."
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Near... there's a tiger... [He apparently hasn't noticed the moth that has taken residence on his sleeve.]
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Matt doesn't look too pleased about having a bug on him, though.]
Okay, so... is this a jungle room or something?
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It is about time you met me!
...Oh. Wow. Hi, Clyareon.
*She looks down at her own dæmon with amusement and an instinctive affection, and the cat tosses its head, then nods greetings at the three others in turn.*
I am Arkadion.
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[Mail smiles and presses a finger to Clyareon's head, soothing her as he admires Mel and her dæmon.] I had a feeling yours would be a big cat, Mel. [He chuckles, and nods politely to him.] Nice to meet you, Arkadion.
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*Arkadion makes a pleased chuffing noise, but he sounds slightly impatient with Mel.* She is part of him, as I am part of you.
It's weird... I'm not really surprised by either of them.
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You shouldn't be! We are you, and you are us, after all! [Clyareon boldly flits down, perhaps to prove a point, settling on Arkadion's back.]
As we going to have more spiritual talk now?
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*The small fox speaks before Matt can react. Then he crouches, holding out a hand for her to sniff.*
Uh. Hey.
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Near, right? Or something different?
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You'll find him. Don't worry.
...who are you?
I'm Aithne. I'm part of you.
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