03-10-2021, 05:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-10-2021, 05:44 PM by Selina Parcellus.)
Selina just shrugs "I see. I'm certain you understand where I stand. I wish to return to my plane. I have protected you thus far and granted you the opportunity to study that which you wanted to study. It would seem that this source you were seeking is, perhaps, Druidic in nature. The vibrancy of Life is plainly evident here. But I'm certain that the Stain is affecting it by manipulating it into something far more volatile. Nangalu was turned into nothing more than a hand and began spawning small animals. The giant tree-being we just met looked very similar to creatures we would call Treants on our plane, but it had a sentience all on its own. Is there anything else or can we proceed with finding our way home?"
Selina would ordinarily not be so abrasive, but the truth was that she was exhausted. Not physically, they had ample time to rest in relative safety. Her fatigue was the homesick variety. Since the moment the group had been distributed onto this plane in a sewer, she'd wanted to return. And while she'd discovered something on this plane which gave her many thoughts about who she truly was, she wasn't ready to embrace this plane with all its oddities.
Selina would ordinarily not be so abrasive, but the truth was that she was exhausted. Not physically, they had ample time to rest in relative safety. Her fatigue was the homesick variety. Since the moment the group had been distributed onto this plane in a sewer, she'd wanted to return. And while she'd discovered something on this plane which gave her many thoughts about who she truly was, she wasn't ready to embrace this plane with all its oddities.