When stepping into Three Tree, Robert felt overwhelmed. Even at the docks, there were so many individuals and species that his upbringing in an isolated rat village could muster. He felt disorientated, and his heart began to race. His mind twisted like a snail's shell, and he was almost tempted to board a boat out of there, were there any availiable for such a task.
"You okay?"
A voice made its way into the snail path of the mind, and Robert's face darted. He was rewarded with a kind face: an otterfolk's, presumably around his age.
"I am now" he said.
He really could help but to stare into the ace of his saviour, and he immediately grew self conscious, looking aside. The fact that the otter snickered a bit only made the rat more embarassed. But, as much as he tried, he couldn't look away.
"Name's Shae" the otter said, extending a paw.
Carefully, Robert shook it, with as much reservation as if it was covered in thorns or venomous.
"R-Robert."
"Well R-Robert, may I invite you in? I know a socially anxious face when I see one."
Robert was distrustful, as typical for a ratfolk. But really, what were his options? He was hoping to stay at an inn or some other hospitable place, but even that might have had too many people for his comfort.
"I'd be delighted" he said, trying not to stutter as before.
***
"Make yourself at home!" Shae said enthusiastically.
Stepping into the raftboat, Robert was amazed by what the open door revealed. So many trinkets and treasures, and even a few familiar possessions like clam shells. He was truly feeling at home already.
"Wow, you have so many things."
"Knew you'd like it. I mean, I know ratfolk like their possessions, so I just assumed."
Robert could feel some shyness from the otter, and that made him more relaxed. They were on more equal footing now. His curiosity was drawn to some of the possessions, which glowed with the might of thunder while still being trapped.
"What are those?" the rat asked.
"Oh, those are spells I caught. You see, we otterfolk store magic in our blinkies, to remind ourselves of the wild rides we have."
He grabbed one, a pot incandescent with blue.
"Here, this was when I chased the typhon python. Over there was when I chased the sun hawk itself!"
"So amazing" Robert said, "I came here to study the weaving of other animalfolk, and your ways are helping my research a lot!"
"Glad to hear it."
"It's only fair I share some of mine."
The rat laid down his sack, and pulled out his most precious heirloom.
"Here, this shell was passed down by my family by generations. Each one of us itterates upon its mind spell, so it becomes easier to meditate and clear the mind. Some of us have also added some other spells of its own. I'd like to add mine eventually, and your trinkets inspire me."
"Oh?"
"Would you like to show me how you gather your spells?"
***
Robert knew it was insane, and yet it was still prefferable to the raucous of the city.
The waves crested as Eluge's influence shifted the wild waters, forming a storm above.
"Ready?" Shae asked.
Robert nodded, and he steered the boat. It was surprisingly easy to learn, and he hoped that the otter's weaving was just as easy as well.
Shae extended his arms, feeling the wild currents in the waters and air. Lightning struck, and he didn't hesitate: wild currents struck his paw, each a conduit, and he released it into the snail shell. Then just as quickly he sealed it shut, and relied on the already existing weaving to prevent it from exploding.
The result was a brilliant blue light framed by a solid spiral. Both Shae and Robert were amazed, brought together by this shared item
“Lightning and snail as one!” cried the rat. “It’s so beautiful!” the otter gasped in awe.
Robert was enraptured by joy, and blurted:
"Not as beautiful as you."
