When Spica had awoken in the city, the conclusion that he came to was that his transport had to be the work of magic. Whether it was the interference of the gods or something beyond that was yet to be solved, but...
Seeing the museum that the city offered, it served as an ideal way to understand the history and stories that the world was born on. Perhaps it would explain why his own magic was limited as well -- while the side-effects were still present, he couldn’t cast even a fourth of what he used to.
Now, seeing the Melody Museum in full, Spica could see why this place was predominant with sheep. Folklore, historic events, culture -- it was all formed from sheep, then branched off to adapt to other species. There was even a language they used (such as in the letter they gave him), that was surprisingly easy to pick up....
Ah? Now, that statue was different than the rest of the exhibit. The appearance of the structure before him was unlike anything he’s seen before, from the makeup to the carving style...
Uhm. Did. Did it just.Talk?
No, he’s sure he only heard things! Spica searches to see if anyone else is occupied in this part of the museum, but truth be told, the place was pretty quiet to begin with, so...
Fixing his eyes back on the ‘statue’, he watches for any movements, waiting for some confirmation that his mind isn’t playing tricks on him.