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Originally Posted by
BanaBatGirl 
Hurrrrrrah the bowtruckles were behaving themselves! They left his wand and went for the food instead. Smart creatures. Vile, evil, mean creatures, but smart ones nontheless.
Eager to grab at his wand, Fletcher had to muster all of his self-discipline to carefully nestle the basket of fairy eggs at the edge of the tree's roots. Once he made sure it wasn't going anywhere, the boy grinned and leaned out for his wand, half his body dangling off his current tree to grab it. Almost.... almost.................!
The fire branch was now hanging directly over the water from his makeshift cardigan belt/knot thing, which was at least doing its job.
Your wand is easily graspable as the bowtruckles are still with the fairy eggs. Nothing stops you from feeling the smooth wood between your fingers.
Wand now in hand, you may want to see to some additional light, and a quick look around will tell you that you are in the middle of the lake, with the far shore in front of you. That is your destination. That is where you must go.
The lilypads below seem to bob in and out of the water as it churns and the trees spread further apart. Skittering among the leaves suggests that the bowtruckles in neighboring treesare anxious to be appeased, as well.
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Originally Posted by
Lexers The petal was fine.
*lightbulb*
She could use it as a shield but honestly.. She'd have to carry that and the fireseed branch. Maaaaaaan...
*cough*
That smell was disgustingly overwhelming. In fact.. She was feeling a tad light headed. The fireseed lights were dancing.
*mesmerized*
CONCENTRATE!
Picking up the petal, the very largest she could find, she raised it to her face and tried not to leave so much of her hand exposed as she used to light to
Guide her past the little.. Annoying plant things.
And now.. To RUN!
The petal made a fine enough shield, though the entire umbrella would have served better as pus spurted at the petal and the fingers that grasped it.
Bubotuber pus. Stinky, gross, burning bubotuber pus.
If it hit your skin, you're looking at some nasty boils.
But, in any event, you're still alive and if you've still got fireseed for light, the next turn in the cave should be visible. The passage narrows somewhat, the light bouncing off what look like fairy eggs nestled in the crevices. But as soon as they're noticed, the passage opens into a huge cavern, the light reflecting upward, if not outward. The gentle sounds of water lapping at the shore can be heard, but not yet seen. Along the back wall of the cavern, near where you stand, plant life of all sorts presses up against the stone. Nascent trees crawling with wood lice. Alihotsy plants mingling with angel's trumpet. Slimy bundles of what look like green rat tails nestle against gurdyroots. Deathcaps press up against their muggle counterparts. All ignorable, so long as you aren't anxious for a snack.
When you finally come to the shore, you can see what appears to be a lake - though the far side if obscured from view by the dark. What is apparent, however, is that the other two sides have no shores - just sheer rock faces. There is nowhere to go but across the lake. Giant lilypads float on the surface, some appearing close enough to leap one to the other. Gravity resistant trees hover above the surface, again appearing to, at least at the start, be close enough to travel one to the other. As for the water, it seems calm if one simply wanted to swim. There's no telling what lies beyond the limit of your sight, but you have to start somewhere.
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Originally Posted by
Ameh Well that didn't work out as expected.
The few eggs that did reach Raiden came in fast, and not even switching at the last minute to a levitation charm saved them all. He was left with a handful of fairy eggs, which... wouldn't do him much use. Still, he levitated them close to the next tree over, just to see what would happen. If they would take them, and maybe the tree would stop moving so erratically? Maybe they'd let him jump to it?
Think. Think.
Wouldn't dare summon the bugs, because they were disgusting and then they'd be all over him, and the bowtruckles were likely to eat the sweatshirt right off of him, then. They were having enough of a time with his tee-shirt.
The water would have been more tempting were it not sloshing so much at the moment.
Maybe he should try duplicating what was left of his tee-shirt. At least they'd be able to taste the lice, and maybe they'd be appeased...
The bowtruckles in the next tree over accepted the fairy eggs but the movement of the tree didn't change. It still floated to and fro, occasionally coming close enough to jump to, before moving away again.
The trees between you and the shore all do this. There are periods of time where the jump could be easy, and then others where it would certainly result in a swim.
The water still sloshes, and the lilypads are close enough together to go one to another, though they submerge in the water of their own accord.