[As much as Gavial figured she was in her element in a place like this on day one, it turns out that things work a little differently when everyone’s shrunk to a minuscule size. The scale is all wrong—plants stretching endlessly into the sky and nearly every variety of critter or crawlie a much more monstrous size.
So, different, but fun.
It does mean that hunting down these items the effigy wanted is more of an ordeal than she expected. Especially when some people are all too eager to turn this whole thing into a back-stabbing contest. But it’s lit a fire under her with regards to how hard she picked up the search now, hoping to make up another score in a contest that for all intents and purposes feels like a game to her.
She’d wandered into this part of the garden after tracking signs of movement, clambering up a thick, fallen branch jutting out of a gentle slope of soil to allow herself a better vantage point of the surrounding area. It makes for an impressive height at this size, even more precarious to traverse with the thick bed of moss coating its surface. Yet before she can really take the time to look around, a glimmer catches her eye from farther out in this sea of moss. With her saw-toothed battle axe casually hefted over one shoulder, she makes her way over to investigate.
A shiny, golden acorn peeks out from the thick bed of green. Grinning, she nudges it with a foot to free it from the little trench it had sunken into, letting it roll more easily and plainly in sight along the top layer of the springy green moss. But the trajectory of it draws her eyes to another source of movement, just down the slope of the mossy branch; it seems the person she’d been trying to track has found her first. A somewhat familiar face, and one she seems to recall belonged to Meridian.
🪓 for byleth, hayame, and jyn
So, different, but fun.
It does mean that hunting down these items the effigy wanted is more of an ordeal than she expected. Especially when some people are all too eager to turn this whole thing into a back-stabbing contest. But it’s lit a fire under her with regards to how hard she picked up the search now, hoping to make up another score in a contest that for all intents and purposes feels like a game to her.
She’d wandered into this part of the garden after tracking signs of movement, clambering up a thick, fallen branch jutting out of a gentle slope of soil to allow herself a better vantage point of the surrounding area. It makes for an impressive height at this size, even more precarious to traverse with the thick bed of moss coating its surface. Yet before she can really take the time to look around, a glimmer catches her eye from farther out in this sea of moss. With her saw-toothed battle axe casually hefted over one shoulder, she makes her way over to investigate.
A shiny, golden acorn peeks out from the thick bed of green. Grinning, she nudges it with a foot to free it from the little trench it had sunken into, letting it roll more easily and plainly in sight along the top layer of the springy green moss. But the trajectory of it draws her eyes to another source of movement, just down the slope of the mossy branch; it seems the person she’d been trying to track has found her first. A somewhat familiar face, and one she seems to recall belonged to Meridian.
Still grinning, she calls out,]
Well, I guess it’s my lucky day.