There is something about the events happening just of the shore of Novus that has her interest peaked. Normally Sloane isn’t one to dabble in the fights between gods and men, but there is something curious about this one. It doesn’t scream from the gods and yet, it’s not from this realm either. When there is loose magic such as this running amuck, there are secrets buried deep, secrets that she needs to know about.
And with a smile like a Cheshire cat, the mare slips past the closed Delumine boarders and heads towards where the volcano has once been. When she arrives, she sees individuals coming and going, whispering of a great wall of ivy, of monsters, and of strange things embedded in the bridge. It has her attention, her curiosity is peaked. And so, she mare steps foot on the strange bridge, her eyes forward and her confidence high.
She wanders, her eyes taking in all the information at her fingertips. When she comes to the pearls embedded in the bridge, she cannot help but pause her journey in order to collect the pearls for later use. Hoof scrapes against hardened lava, making good effort to break the pearls free from their bondage. And yet, they are clung to so tightly that she cannot break them lose. So strange. And if that was not strange enough, Sloane comes upon something else.
A wall of ivy stretches towards the sky, it’s height infinite and his strangeness on another level. Where had this come from? Nothing so grand could have been grown in such a short time from natural means. This was some sort of magic that she didn’t quite understand. She stands there in awe, watching as others come and go. They do not bother her. Surely someone knows what has happened here. “You! What has happened here?” She doesn’t care who she asks or if they truly know the answer to her question or not. She supposes it doesn’t really matter. She will stand here until someone can answer.
STAFF EDIT***
@Sloanehas rolled a 3, and has been awarded +80 signos!/blockquote>
