Silver glinted from a certain angle due to the setting sun, catching any searcher’s eye
exactly as intended
. Three metal studs in a triangular pattern were
twisted
into the bark of an ancient oak, according to his description of his efforts.
When I get close, I see this did match the
sketched diagram
in the hunter’s journal. The points were
not equidistant
, but instead were in a sort of geometry that Helene’s memories tell me this world calls ’scalene’. Without the journal’s guidance, I would have walked right past it.
At the minimum, I would have never thought that
I must climb this tree
for any particular reason should I have happened to be passing by it. Even if I’d looked up in the air, there are
no other signs
- and you can’t see the container they hid.
> Clever enough. Why worry about lowering it when I could simply bring my storage container here? Then when I get up there I can just store that container! We already proved that once. Besides, the doctor said it was advised not to do it too much... I assume I would be able to feel when too much is growing close! I’ve never tried to store something secured to another object before... Well, that was quicker and easier than I expected, but I’m not sure it was worth getting upset over. I’m pretty sure he had hand tools that would work on these. I just didn’t want to climb down and back up again! Either these are defective or the bolts were! That up and down the tree, multiple transformations... all for nothing! Well, not nothing but... ugh. <
I felt
completely fed up
as I reached for the long metal box. Detached, it should now be able to store in my Stash easily. That was my
assumption and hope
. Except it turns white immediately, again.
Growling echoes up into the tree, causing the
final brave bird
to have stayed up there all this long after my bestial noises to squawk and flee. Placing a hand on either side of the object, I verify that it is
no longer attached
.
Heavy, awkward, it nonetheless raises off of the branch with
no signs of being bound
. Cradling it in my arms, I try again. Reaching out to the system interface... the glow
rebounds
into a message in the way I’ve seen before.
| LIMIT: Feet Not Touching Ground |
It takes a lot of self control -
a lot
- not to drop the box down this twenty feet for a mere moment of
childish satisfaction
.