This world was just full of surprises, wasnât it?
His eyesight was even more hindered than it was anywhere else--it was downright dreadful, Merlin could barely see past his own hands. Unfortunate really. He certainly hoped he didnât run into something, as this gave him a substantially un-ideal downtime to deal with any sort of malvolent force.
So he walked, staying as close to buildings as he could...he realized soon this was easier said than done, as too often his hand would gloss over wood, moss. Songbirds were chirping, and the air definitely had a greenness to it that Avalonâs gardens and Britain back in the Good Old Days when Camlann hadnât happened had to it. It was almost nice, actually....Though it posed an obvious safety hazard he couldnât help but be curious.
Merlin searched, trying to follow the path of this particular hunk of wood; it seemed as though there was a slow incline--enough he could climb with minimal effort. (He mightâve been curious but he wasnât willing to stick his head out that far, you know,) The fog didnât seem to relent any, but the farther he went the more he could see the tree branch off, and its branches were....large, numerous.
What could make something grow this fast, he wondered? He knew of many things that could, but...he didnât really sense a lick of any familiar manas on this tree. Nothing smacked of Solomon. Nothing seemed like a pseudo-singularity unrelated, or...even something totally foreign.Â
It just felt like nature being nature.
He kept climbing.
Eventually the fog was clearing a little bit, the treeâs branches becoming dense with foliage. âGood, so there is an end to this!â he mumbled to nobody in particular. âI was almost worried i was going to be stuck here forever, you know!â As if he wasnât perpetually trapped here and hadnât willfully shut himself in, whatever, heâd get stuck. The worst part of this was probably going to be the lack of entertainment. He was seeing more birds now, though they werenât particularly colorful--maybe you didnât need to be flashy when no one could see you.
He finally found a place to sit down; it was high in the treetops and there were leaves everywhere but he could finally see bits of sunlight and the occasional bits of static in the edge of his gaze. But there was no band in the sky. He was so used to those bands, but the sky was clear. Sure, there was the remnant of some building poking out here and there. But it was mostly trees, clouds, and birds. Being up this high again felt...comfortable. Like he was right where he should be. The caster let time pass, let birds fly by and clouds roll on.Â
It was cold up here. The cold didnât matter so much, though, but something felt off about it. He was fairly certain as to what in his mind, but....
Just for the hell of it, he tried to see if he could get his illusion magic to conjure up what he wanted, honestly, he could conjure up anyone, but he figured heâd start with Romani--creating a fake Artoria in this state might be kind of hard, huh?
He couldâve sworn he got the incantation right, all the words came out just right with all the time in the world to produce them. But nothing.
âAh, darn,â Merlin slumped. He tapped is fingers on his wood staff, biting his lip. This was going to be quite lonely, wasnât it.
Servants didnât really need sleep, and neither did demons so much, but now he just really wanted a nap. What else was he going to do? At least heâd fallen asleep on many a tree before.
And he slept.
Heâd be awoken by the sound of his back hitting dirt, his body having fallen into one of the gardens in the upper levels of fibonacci. Things were back to normal, now, it seemed, though people were absolutely looking at him in confusion. He gave a satisfied grin.
It was good to be back with the living again.
