[a heart field trip]

[antreegonist]

*you're back on the island of Mithos's heart, on the dirt path through the meadow. the sky's still clouded and glassy, but it's no longer storming: you've arrived in the middle of a sunshower.

the freestanding door is there in its pool. the surrounding fog has thinned to translucence -- you can see a couple of large, four-legged shapes moving in it.*

Comments

[brotagonist]

[gggosh.]

...is there anything I should be doing?

[antreegonist]

*you should be petting everything.

. . . this is only a half-joking suggestion.*

[brotagonist]

[pats the seed :|a]

[antreegonist]

*. . . Seed loev pettings . . .*

[brotagonist]

[haha]

Now I know you're part of Mithos.

[antreegonist]

*well duh.*

[brotagonist]

Is that really it? I can just hang around here till I wake up... this is a weird dream.

[antreegonist]

*it's not really a dream . . . it's a visit.*

[brotagonist]

It felt like a dream...

[antreegonist]

*affirmative! but now it's also a visit.*

[brotagonist]

I still have the same question whether it's a dream or not, y'know. . .

[antreegonist]

*you make everyone here stronger and everyone is in lots of different places. . .*

[brotagonist]

So send me somewhere if you want me to go there?

[antreegonist]

*can't send you anywhere! just a seed.

you do get the urge to look up at the key and keyhole of the black tree though.*

[brotagonist]

Just a seed. Yeaaah, sure.

[looks up at them, then!]

[antreegonist]

*:)

they're . . . there . . . maybe you should use them*

[brotagonist]

[glances over at Guardian and reaches to ruffle]

You gonna take another nap?

[antreegonist]

*he is pretty zen himself. not as demonstrative as the real Mithos, but he leans into the ruffle before nodding.*

[brotagonist]

All right.

[gets up! KEY IN TREE, THEN.]

[antreegonist]

*the world shimmers and changes.

you are in a small round open courtyard. a clear sunflower motif has been stamped into the white stone walls. there's glassy blue sky overhead. it's cool here, verging a little into chilly. the trees grow in a circle of bare earth.

there is a small clock hung on the oak tree, and a keyhole still present in the trunk. the white key is in your hand.*

three full-length mirrors hang on the walls, equally spaced*

[brotagonist]

[glances at the walls curiously; how high are they?]

[antreegonist]

*not terribly high. nine feet?*

[brotagonist]

[...gonna try to do a chin-up on them at least, to see what's on the other side!]

[antreegonist]

*a spread of sky, clouds drifting below -- a gorgeous worldscape far beneath them...*

[brotagonist]

Whoa!

[lets himself back down and goes to look at the mirrors.]