(Aww man, yes I lied. :< And Toboe even kept reminding me irl! Okay, now I will post... X3)
Kirinen/Cyrus/Lance:
"I don't know," the old man replied to Kirinen's question about the significance of the place she went to. "But it has to be important, for you at least, since you were even able to go there." The old man paused. He was thinking. "I don't think Jon or I could go there," he concluded. "You are travelers to our realm, I think you can be the only ones to go there."
Kira:
As Kira wandered the shack the howling ceased. However that was hardly noticable in an instant when she noticed something in the room. Something rectangular, book shaped...
((Sweetness uwu ))
Kirinen~
Kirinen nodded quietly, her head low and eyes brooding. She didn't really have anything to say... This game was more in-depth than she thought. it wasn't just a game.
Kira~
Looking at the book caused a tingling sensation behind her eyes, like she was looking at raw, concentrated power... a similar feeling to what she'd felt when she touched the wand, but not quite the same. She didn't ahve a single doubt that that was what she'd come there for.
Carefully, she approached the book, which was sticking out slightly from under a small table of sorts. Kneeling next to it, she reached out with hesitance, and...
And nothing at all happened when she touched the book. It did have a faint familiarity, as if she'd held it before, but... nothing too special.
Her expression became one of disgust. What, did she expect soemthing hugely important and magical to happen? How stupid could she get in one day. It was just a book--old, worn leather cover, pages sticking out and dogeared, heavy and thick with age. It looked like a journal of some sort, not a potions book, but an extra scan of the room revealed that it was the only book in the house? Shack? Sure, shack.
Still, she was curious. Tucking the wand into a pocket(the vest had plenty, and the one in question was certainly big enough to conceal the wand), she opened the book to a random page. There was a sketch of some kind of machine there--a flying machine? It couldn't work, there was no engine, and the manpower of its only passenger couldn't support it in the air. But it wasn't just intriguing, it was innovative. Whoever had drawn it, and written the notes surrounding it in some odd language, was a genius, if a slightly crazy or mislead one.