Their destination is not out of sight, a large building not built unlike the others around them. Some of the force of the link lessens as they start in the right direction, given them some credit they will continue in what's otherwise an easy path.
Two stone markers sit on either side of the door however, a stronger, repulsing feeling, markings glowing at their presence. They die down after a few seconds, pushed in as they're given permission to enter inside.
Inside, they come into a mix of a lobby, a living room; circular, but not matching the entire size that the building truly is. There are sali with eyes already on them, suspicious (a glance from Jingyi's horns, to Ryo's lack of them) but also exhausted, two sitting on cushions. In the centre, or by it - with in the middle a fire pit - sits a statue, the Forever One. Chin lifted, four horns that point up and back; hands on its knees, legs crossed with hoofed feet pointed upward. Lap covered, it has a dominating posture.
"Give," speaks up a sali woman, already waiting to the side for the three, arms ready to accept the unconscious one. A young child sits near the Forever One, a hand over one of its.
"Auntie--" it starts, then, "--E-Enshala says, to speak, tell us where you came from." There's a fluster, but the young sali doesn't shy away, features tight with determination. "Tell us what you want."
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Two stone markers sit on either side of the door however, a stronger, repulsing feeling, markings glowing at their presence. They die down after a few seconds, pushed in as they're given permission to enter inside.
Inside, they come into a mix of a lobby, a living room; circular, but not matching the entire size that the building truly is. There are sali with eyes already on them, suspicious (a glance from Jingyi's horns, to Ryo's lack of them) but also exhausted, two sitting on cushions. In the centre, or by it - with in the middle a fire pit - sits a statue, the Forever One. Chin lifted, four horns that point up and back; hands on its knees, legs crossed with hoofed feet pointed upward. Lap covered, it has a dominating posture.
"Give," speaks up a sali woman, already waiting to the side for the three, arms ready to accept the unconscious one. A young child sits near the Forever One, a hand over one of its.
"Auntie--" it starts, then, "--E-Enshala says, to speak, tell us where you came from." There's a fluster, but the young sali doesn't shy away, features tight with determination. "Tell us what you want."