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| Action Id: 2463 | Crisis: | Participants: Rinel | |
| Status: Resolved | Submitted: July 19, 2018, 7:27 p.m. | Public: True | GM: Puffin |
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Action by Rinel
Winter is drawing to a close, which means Rinel is on a mission. A mission un-lichen any other. That's right. She's back on the trail of the mysterious lichen, but this time she is determined to be successful. Ask most anyone around, and they'll tell you of the young scholar who arrived in Arx last year bubbling with excitement about rumours of a strange lichen that grows in the drainspouts of Arx during the winter. Said young scholar is a year older, and perhaps not quite so enthusiastic. It has been a long year. A dark year. A year full of mystery and terror, of fear and of loss.
She's still going to find that damned lichen. Besides, a Rinel Tern with slightly dampened spirits is still practically ebullient!
Rinel will be enlisting everyone she can to climb up into precarious places in search of this strange lichen. She'll be doing much of the climbing herself, of course; after all, the lichen won't find itself! What will she /do/ with the lichen once she finds it? Catalogue it for the botanical records of the Archive, obviously, and return home with the satisfaction of a job well done.
That is, of course, assuming said lichen exists. Or is as normal as the scholar blithely expects...
Result
Rinel looks. And looks, and looks. She's been looking for this lichen for over a year now, and it's hard to find. It's more than hard. It's insanely difficult - is it impossible? For a while she thinks it is, but Rinel Tern isn't that easily discouraged. So she keeps looking, and looking, and looking.
And then, as she climbs up a drain spout that is only barely attached to the stonework beneath, there in the setting sun she sees it - is that it? IS THAT IT?
It is faint at first, but as the sun sets and she stares at the open mouth of a draining gutter, her own mouth falls open in response. It's lichen. It's THE lichen. She can tell, because as she looks it starts to glow. The darker it gets, the more it glows, and the only reason she even sees it at all is because she's looking for it. Normally this gutter is covered, but the heavy spring rains have popped the end off of it, and so she can see the glow. SHE CAN SEE IT.
And so she harvests it, for testing, for research... for posterity! For her. See, she's not crazy!
Or maybe she is crazy - but believing a strange lichen is growing in drainspouts isn't the reason why!