[Once he’s teleported to the Tree of Life, locating Set’s shard is a simple task. Following the tug of magic that manifests in answer to his spell, he descends to the tree’s base and traverses the roots until he finds the familiar shape of a growing cocoon — this time that of a friend, the pod immature and unbroken. The sight fills him with a melancholy sort of relief; though he doesn’t know how Set came to be dissipated, at least his shard is already safe in the Tree’s embrace, regenerating in its cocoon of greenery.
He is also relieved, and surprised, to catch sight of Quetzalcoatl leaning up against the rounded shape, apparently fast asleep.
Had she been the one to return his shard to the Tree? Would she be able to tell him what had happened to him? He is a little loath to disturb her, peaceful as she looks — but she must have been waiting here in solitude for some time to have fallen asleep like this, and he thinks perhaps she would welcome the company.]
Ma’am? Quetzalcoatl?
[He crosses the distance to Set’s cocoon and crouches next to it, regarding Quetzalcoatl soberly.]
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He is also relieved, and surprised, to catch sight of Quetzalcoatl leaning up against the rounded shape, apparently fast asleep.
Had she been the one to return his shard to the Tree? Would she be able to tell him what had happened to him? He is a little loath to disturb her, peaceful as she looks — but she must have been waiting here in solitude for some time to have fallen asleep like this, and he thinks perhaps she would welcome the company.]
Ma’am? Quetzalcoatl?
[He crosses the distance to Set’s cocoon and crouches next to it, regarding Quetzalcoatl soberly.]
How long have you been here?