Earth pressed to the Thorntrail symbol turns the lines a deep rust red, the color of blood. All that power spreads back toward Chanel, the feeling of certainty far stronger than before, buzzing beneath her skin, humming in her bones.
The flower-skinned magimagicicada starts to move, pressing their splayed fingers over the Thorntrail symbol, buds flourishing from the contact, spreading from the cicada to the tree.
The magimagicicada freezes once more, but the cicadas above continue to sing. Cries of hope, of confidence, even as their tree goes right on wilting.
Meanwhile, at the root of the tree, Armani's snake talisman disappears down the hole. It seems for a moment that that is the end of it, but as the cicadas cries grow louder, something in there moves.
A tiny button muscheron wheels something out toward Armani, looks up at him with its two beady dot eyes and smiles wide. "Itza youz!" says the little thing, gesturing with tiny hands toward the prize it has given before scurrying away, disappearing like dandelion fluff blown away in a breeze: a familiar pink tamagotchi, once gifted to him before for returning something to the tree. This certainly doesn't belong here. Not in 1989. When Armani touches it, it radiates some strange power it hadn't before. Maybe this can help him somehow, if he's ever in danger. [Armani will be able to keep the muscheron gift once he has left this memory.]
MEMORY: What Went Wrong
The flower-skinned magimagicicada starts to move, pressing their splayed fingers over the Thorntrail symbol, buds flourishing from the contact, spreading from the cicada to the tree.
The magimagicicada freezes once more, but the cicadas above continue to sing. Cries of hope, of confidence, even as their tree goes right on wilting.
Meanwhile, at the root of the tree, Armani's snake talisman disappears down the hole. It seems for a moment that that is the end of it, but as the cicadas cries grow louder, something in there moves.
A tiny button muscheron wheels something out toward Armani, looks up at him with its two beady dot eyes and smiles wide. "Itza youz!" says the little thing, gesturing with tiny hands toward the prize it has given before scurrying away, disappearing like dandelion fluff blown away in a breeze: a familiar pink tamagotchi, once gifted to him before for returning something to the tree. This certainly doesn't belong here. Not in 1989. When Armani touches it, it radiates some strange power it hadn't before. Maybe this can help him somehow, if he's ever in danger. [Armani will be able to keep the muscheron gift once he has left this memory.]