middleofsomewhere | Wings of Wonder: NPC Interactions and Investigations

Wangji nods and respectfully backs off. Now he has a headache, but he gets the feeling it was an unintentional one. "Are you here to help us?" He manages, a little at a loss as to how to commune with a stationary object.

The energy recedes, to lessen the strain put on from that communication. But there is difficultly in conversation, when, as if in answer to Wangji's question, the way they decide to is peculiar.

Tiny flowers begin to sprout, multi-coloured and sprig-shaped; one lot leading in a cluster towards the nearby bridge, and then the others to follow out, away from Wangji and itself. They will attempt to lead to the other routes, the flowers rising up along the railing.

But they only get so far, with the tops of the flowers not appearing, not fully forming. All trails stop.

Difficult as it is in this world, if energy can be sensed, there is the sense of it waning, here. An exhaustion.

Upon feeling the drain, Wangji will step forward again. He is now convinced that unless there is a very clever amount of trickery involved, this being means no harm.
The flowers are pretty and he admires them even as he follows the trail with his eyes until it peters out.

Upon seeing how they slow, he raises a hand and places it gently on the statue.
"If I share my energy, will that help?" He still has a headache, but any guide is better than none. If the statue wordlessly agrees he will try to gently tip his energy into it at a steady pace, and watch what happens.

At least for Wangji, as he touches the statue and asks his question, the connection made is one lightly ticklish before anything deeper, going for the easier forms of communication (if, bare-boned):

Confirmation. Gratitude. A moment, as thoughts try to find a word: Fix.

By the direction of the bridge they were leading the flowers in, that might have something to do with it...

"You wish for us to fix the bridges?" He says out loud, pondering on what to do next.
"Are you the guardian of this place?" he asks, still feeding energy, seeing if he can adapt his own to make communication easier. "What has happened here?"

The gratitude wanes in place of relief for the energy being supplied. Reaching out to the statue isn't as untrustworthy as it is in the air around them, but there is still a difficulty, a discomfort in the attempt. Though there is an acceptance too, an attempt to aid; holding onto that line between them.

They don't speak in words, but as they suggest by feeling, it is stronger this time as they attempt to explain:

I will fix bridge. Your energy.

I protect this island.

Storm came. Attacked. Storm - unstable energy. People unstable.

The sensation of such strong emotions washing up against his own like sea on the shore line would be a little discomforting, if he allowed it to be. As it is, Wangji is just glad he can help. The draining sensation is noticeable, and makes him feel progressively more tired and wan. He doesn't regret it, his offer to help was sincere and this was progress.

"You protect this place? Alone?" That seems like a large task. The latter half seems more important;
"Unstable energy? Does it feel like my energy or just foreign?" If the storm came from else where, as they did, perhaps they would have to send it back.

You protect this place? Alone? This receives confirmation, but for the latter question, there is a pause, then a feeling like a shake of the head.

Not the same, the feeling suggests.

The Forever One only takes as much energy as they believe they need, one last thanks given before they stop, not wanting to leave Wangji without. A quiet settles, and then, from the ground small plants begin to sprout from the ground. It has a few tiny buds for the leaves, and grows in a rather long row.

The light prickling sensation returns to Wangji, so the Forever One can directi:

Dig up. Take to where hole is. Set down (before it).

Clearly, the Forever One has a plan with this plant and the holes in the way...

Fortunately for the presence this is not the strangest thing to happen to Wangji. He feels the drain cease and takes his hand away, gives it a little shake to get the blood flowing and then crouches down to do as he's bid.

"Not alone, but with others like yourself? Or similar?" Wangji muses, earth getting under his nails in a way he isn't sure he likes. He gently plucks the root ball from the ground, trying not to leave anything behind and then takes it to the hole he was directed to.

"Will the plant be crucial for our success?" He asks as he sets it down and wonders if he needs to fill the hole with dirt.

It is the hole of the bridge, nothing to bury it with. But as Wangji sets the plant down, there is no need for an answer to be given - rather, one starts to grow. Rapidly, the roots twist around the wood, having a place to cling; the plant itself starts to grow out, up, around, turning into vine-like greenery that expand.

Wangji may need to take a step back, as some of it grips onto the once-railing that ends where the hole has been made; and then, from the 'floor' of the bridge, the plant starts to reach out across the hold that deters them. Falling at first, until- a wind blows, gently holding it up to keep growing - letting it reach the other side of the broken bridge.

It's not at first safe to cross, but the plant continues, returning where it came. Weaving into itself, quicker now that it's fully grown.

Until soon, the gap between two sides has been filled in by the vine-like plant, thick and sturdy.

"That." Lan Wangji mutters, watching the delicate strand twisting around itself and stepping back to let it settle, "Is far more convenient."
He bows in the direction of the statue, then places his hand on the vine. "I will continue, if I see another such plant should I attempt to do this again?"

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