It’s possible…but I was thinking that it was moving on it’s own because Deeds did some sort of magic. And if the journal stopped moving when it got to the Brownstone, the compass might have too.
((also I’d like that too be true, so we can be optimistic about finding it easily))
Although a compass waddling around like a fat little ant makes me happy too.
So stories she has been told as a child by her dad keep coming true and are instrumental to her getting where she needs to go.
And her dad told her the Myth of Elainor. Maybe we should make sure she knows the names of all 4 constellations. Might trigger something she remembers.
Oh my god I dropped my phone when I saw the ant as I thought it was real!
Woah. Okay. Processing.
I have the same concerns as some of the others, where is the compass now?
The Seven Tributes of Rochefoucauld
The month’s mind for the beast was naturally a solemn affair. The people of the island came from all its corners to the heart of the forest to pay their respects. This is an old place, a sacred glade, where only the greatest are honored. The creatures who bore the casket could only just manage the weight. Human and animal stood hand in paw as he was lowered into the ground for the earth of accept.
Of course the beast looked very different to each of the groups. To the humans the great masked man was the image of a hero. A leader forged from The Great Division. To the animals they saw his true self. The creature within, in all its majestic beauty. Each group paid their tributes. Some in gifts other in song and other in the spoken word. The rich and powerful paid their respects first and as the days wore on the peasants and paupers came to give all they could.
It was in these final days that the Rochefoucauld family laid their gifts. Seven in total: the spoils of the hunt, the water from the well, the blood from a battle, a shield, two lock of virgin’s hair, the dust scared from a castle wall, and a tiny flytrap. The other humans looked at the gifts in puzzlement. What sort of tributes were these? But the animals knew. They regarded the family with untold respect and vowed to protect them if ever there came a need. In the name of the beast the family would be forever well and cared for.
This is from Fragment Four, I should mention. It was the story that lead us to the cloisters, because the different gifts in the story correlate to each of the unicorn tapestries.
For the record, I’ve been looking for the compass all day. Dee is (finally) asleep after spending all day catching you guys up.
Here’s what happened on my end: I bolted into the warren and shut the door and about ten seconds later it opened again and it was Dee and Grey’s apartment was behind her. We tried to figure out what to do, but decided it would probably go back to Grey’s and we’d be safer in the warren, even if we had to wait it out.
So we spent two nights there.
It was still crazy scary to open the door again. (We wondered where it would take us, the street or Grey’s, but I knocked back and it put us on the street so I guess that’s how it works. Whoever knocks.)
The Storm was gone. We ran into Central Park, waited there for a while, and then headed back to the brownstone. Which is where we’ve been ever since (aside from me trolling up and down the street, looking for a compass.)
I’m going to widen my search for it tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t find it today. I know you’re waiting to see what happens with it in the park.
I’ll let her know about The Seven Tributes, but I hope she’ll just rest for a day or two. She seems… not herself. Tired. Distant. I guess that’s what happens when a living weather pattern tries to eat you.
He wanted to stay in the apartment. I think the past two days were a little too crazy for him. He felt safe there.
I didn’t have the journal. And I haven’t found the compass, but I’ll go to the park tomorrow and see if the journal says anything new.
Dee wanted me to show you guys this…
She didn’t notice at the time, but this showed up after she cast the spell on the journal and the compass at Grey’s.
It’s possible…but I was thinking that it was moving on it’s own because Deeds did some sort of magic. And if the journal stopped moving when it got to the Brownstone, the compass might have too.
((also I’d like that too be true, so we can be optimistic about finding it easily))
Although a compass waddling around like a fat little ant makes me happy too.
So stories she has been told as a child by her dad keep coming true and are instrumental to her getting where she needs to go.
And her dad told her the Myth of Elainor. Maybe we should make sure she knows the names of all 4 constellations. Might trigger something she remembers.
Oh my god I dropped my phone when I saw the ant as I thought it was real!
Woah. Okay. Processing.
I have the same concerns as some of the others, where is the compass now?
This is from Fragment Four, I should mention. It was the story that lead us to the cloisters, because the different gifts in the story correlate to each of the unicorn tapestries.
For the record, I’ve been looking for the compass all day. Dee is (finally) asleep after spending all day catching you guys up.
Here’s what happened on my end: I bolted into the warren and shut the door and about ten seconds later it opened again and it was Dee and Grey’s apartment was behind her. We tried to figure out what to do, but decided it would probably go back to Grey’s and we’d be safer in the warren, even if we had to wait it out.
So we spent two nights there.
It was still crazy scary to open the door again. (We wondered where it would take us, the street or Grey’s, but I knocked back and it put us on the street so I guess that’s how it works. Whoever knocks.)
The Storm was gone. We ran into Central Park, waited there for a while, and then headed back to the brownstone. Which is where we’ve been ever since (aside from me trolling up and down the street, looking for a compass.)
I’m going to widen my search for it tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t find it today. I know you’re waiting to see what happens with it in the park.
I’ll let her know about The Seven Tributes, but I hope she’ll just rest for a day or two. She seems… not herself. Tired. Distant. I guess that’s what happens when a living weather pattern tries to eat you.
He wanted to stay in the apartment. I think the past two days were a little too crazy for him. He felt safe there.
I didn’t have the journal. And I haven’t found the compass, but I’ll go to the park tomorrow and see if the journal says anything new.
Dee wanted me to show you guys this…
She didn’t notice at the time, but this showed up after she cast the spell on the journal and the compass at Grey’s.
There’s a split running down the middle of her dad’s walking stick now. And it’s glowing inside.