Event 4: Spring Hope Eternal

[letsplayamod]

Down to half your group's size, afflicted with hallucinations of faces long gone, you've certainly been put through a lot these last few weeks.

What's a bit more?

Upon the morning, a great clatter comes from the temple. A few pegasi have once again fled from the stables on their floor, seemingly distressed but unharmed. The cause becomes more apparent the lower you venture. Deeper and deeper down into the temple, the colder and windier it gets...

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[stringup]

Do they all go upstairs...?

[ Up she goes, probably after Vanity does. ]

[letsplayamod]

[Most of them appear to. But while Vanity and Luna chase up the stairs, this one veers off from the rest just on the next floor, leading into the forge.]

[stringup]

[ ...Of course.

Into the forge she goes! What is waiting for her there? ]

[letsplayamod]

[The light itself! It leads into the center of the room, right up to the smith's anvil everything was built around. There, on the top of it, is a glowing glyph gently shimmering.]

[stringup]

[ Can she try touching the glyph and see what happens? ]

[letsplayamod]

[She can. Once her hand has laid against the glyph it the light of the glyph flashes into Velvet's eyes with a momentarily blinding brightness. Just as it fades a feminine voice, husky and low enters her mind with crystal clarity.]

I am not alive, but I grow; I don’t have lungs, but I need air; I don’t have a mouth, yet water kills me. What am I?

[It sounds like a riddle..?]

[stringup]

[ Not going to lie, but she nearly jumps because it's been a while since she's had to deal with surprise voices in he read. Goes to show how much a few weeks here has affected her.

But, this riddle doesn't take her too long to ponder on. ]

A flame.

[letsplayamod]

[The glyph wavers momentarily.]

Correct.

[Is all it affirms, before it begins to glow almost blindingly bright again. Velvet can watch, if she squints, as out from the glyph itself something rises. Just as soon as it starts, the light fades, and the glyph along with it.

Resting on the anvil now is a small, ornamental hammer. The shape of a small bird, a quail, has been burned into the handle. Atop the hammer, is a raised portion, not for hammering but perhaps for something else?]

[stringup]

[ Velvet covers her eyes at the blinding light, and has to blink a few times afterwards to readjust. Then, she takes the hammer and examines it. ]

...Hmmmm.

[ She'll take it back with her to the column, so she can see if it might fit in the indent there. ]

[letsplayamod]

[The hammer is a perfect fit for this column.]

[stringup]

[ She'll place it there, then. One column down! ]

[letsplayamod]

[One down! There's still many lines to follow, however.]